My Problem with Blogging

I’m becoming aware that one of my problems with blogging–theoretically/psychologically at least–is that I can’t hit a middle ground.  Most other posters are positive or if not are mildly sad/reflective.  Others seem so bitter/poor me-ish that they seem to be avoided. Only a couple, maybe, are by those strong enough to be both crushed and cemented back together, and sterlingly honest.

It seems most of my life I’ve been trying to protect others from me. I don’t want to grovel and I don’t want to influence others to either grovel or feel revulsion/pity or worse for me, or them.  How can I share that part while blogging?   I could try and conduct a collage no-words venue but it’s tough to do a collage without the fear of some copyright infringement.  One of the attractions of       Screen Shot 2016-02-12 at 12.13.03 PMblogging is the connection-with-others’ part, and to do a blog anonymously and let it all hang out does not seem a solution–I still might bring some others down to my level of craziness. .  I know, therapy, but for me only a group would work and I don’t find too many kindred souls in this neck of the woods.

Does anyone else feel any pressure to seem a little more up-beat than they really are, for the sake of others?  Dverse is fun and everyone praises your work, but…I bet I could construct the worst verse possible and get stroked for it.  Maybe it’s not blogging but only life  that’s that  way.  Maybe it’s just folks going through a temporary depression that feel that way.

At any rate, this post just expresses  a problem for me, no solutions, and maybe it’s just a passing problem. If anyone else has something to offer, please do so.  And by the way, I’m not looking for a cure just a way to be obnoxiously groveling and tearful, while biting any hand that reaches out to comfort.  It sounds like a Shadow set-up to me, but that’s me!

About Nan Mykel

At 79, I was just about to stop keeping a journal, but that felt like accepting that growth was finished. I don't want to be finished, yet! I'm 80 now, and struggling to communicate with you, if you'll come and set awhile. P.S. My how time flies! I'm 82 now.
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