Why am I writing this blog?
What makes me think I have anything of value to say? How can I imagine my “meaty words” are tasty to anyone else?
Or as some (including myself) might say, “WTF?!”
As is so often the case in life, there are multiple facets to the answer. All of them are true; none of them comprise the complete answer. Some of them may be delusions or illusions.
Some of them aren’t very flattering.
But FWIW, here’s WTF (in this case, “W”=”Why”).
⊗ I believe I have the soul of an artist (I’m not saying I’m a good artist, mind you), and artists need to create and need to put their work out there. I can’t paint, sculpt or draw, but I do think I do okay with words and ideas. I do this to feed that urge to create (foremost) and to be seen (definitely part of the equation).
⊗ I have the stunning conceit to believe I have something worth saying. I’ve lived a fair number of years, and I’ve benefited from a good and rich education. And I’ve read and thought a lot about life. Bottom line, I think I’m worth reading. (At least sometimes? (Maybe once in a while??))
⊗ I believe I also have the soul of a teacher. I delight in the way someone’s eyes light up when the light bulb goes on and they find their world expanded. That experience and education I mentioned above is something I want to share with those who are interested.
⊗ I crave affection, admiration and approval (don’t we all)? As someone without strong family connections (even my dog died), I find myself more or less alone in the world, and this is a way to reach out and connect.
With regard to that last, I confess that I am a highly alienated misanthrope whose life experience has repeatedly confirmed that Sartre was right when he wrote that, “Hell is other people.”
Perhaps it’s just been bad luck and life changes. I do have hermit tendencies that go way back; the internet suits me well.
Maybe I’m just a solitary creature.
But as any human does, I crave connections with my peers, with those who think like me (and, thank heavens, they do exist). I don’t, won’t, can’t connect with mainstream, so I hope for the approval of (even a small number of) cognoscenti with the background to appreciate the material.
Or, better yet, I hope to reach those with questing, exploring, thinking minds who might be interested in learning from an old fart foggy guy like me.
Now,… you may have expected to find on this page the common rejoinder, “Why ask why?” Nope. (Except that, of course, there it was.) I’ve always thought it was a particularly silly thing to say.
Asking, “Why,” is one of the key things that makes us human.
It’s what makes us different from animals, plants and rocks.
So keep on asking, “Why?“
It’s good for your mind.