The other day, I wrote a post about why I blog.
I mis-titled it, implying that my reasons might be those of others.
Many bloggers told me that I hit their motivations on the head; many others told me I have my head up my ass. And still more told me that I’m right, and that’s why they’re not sex bloggers (these people all have what I think anyone would agree is a sex blog, thus leaving me a bit confused, but whatever).
In any event, I apologize: I engaged in an interesting exercise, but described it poorly.
For the sake of clarification, here’s what I did: I read a bunch of other bloggers’ blogs. I asked myself, while reading, “Why is this person blogging? What does s/he want out of this?” And then, I turned the mirror on myself and asked if what I imagined I perceived in the motivation of others might be among my motivations. In every case, if I was honest, the answer was yes.
Now, this could be because I’m a projective powerhouse, because all I need is another person on whom to project my own motivations to see myself clearly. It could be because I’m utterly typical. It could be because I’m unusually self-critical (or honest). Or it could be something else.
My instinct is that it’s somewhere in between all of these: that in some instances, my perceptions are spot on; in others, not so much. But in all, my honesty trumped, and I admitted that, whatever the source of the motivation I imagined I saw, I couldn’t deny that the same motivation is present in me.
So let me back off, from the big claim I made in the title, down to an incontrovertible claim: these are my motivations, and they are the motivations I perceive, imagine, invent, when I read the blogs of others.
If you’re a sex blogger, I’m not saying you are a sociopath, or a braggart, or an exhibitionist. Only you know your motivations.
But I’m curious: if the ones I listed aren’t yours, then what are yours?