It’s odd to me that I feel more close to other bloggers than I do my own family. Then again, it’s not that surprising, since I pick which blogger to read or not. Then there is the honesty on the blogs. People pouring out their stories, ranting about life, being real. It makes me think of the Beats sitting around in a little coffee house somewhere in New York and the kinds of things I imagine them discussing. Real life. I suppose that’s what an artist does (though I use that term for myself very loosely); examine life through whatever lens is available and reiterate it in whatever art form, like a blog ((?)not sure if blogging is an “art”).
Back to the honesty thing. Can we be more honest from a distance? I can tell you anything I want about myself as if it is true and you will believe it. But you feel the truth of it. I could be a six foot tall biker and you’d never know, or would you? Can you feel the lies in the blogs you read? Do you sense the exaggerations?
I have dream-like figures of the bloggers I read, based on the mental picture (and some real photos) I’ve created based on what I know about each of them. I can even hear some of them. I’m sure you have some sort of picture of me as well. How accurate are these pictures I’ve created? Well, I suppose it depends on how much is revealed by the writer. Perhaps it is a measure of skill in the writer to write so succinctly you can see them speaking, their mannerisms and habits. I have a vivid image of one of my bloggers. She is just so sweet and kind in her words, so tentative in her writing she draws me in. But is she really a sweet lady or a biker that smokes big cigars? I’m not saying I’m a guy or that I’m six foot tall, but you can’t be sure, can you?
That’s when trust comes in I guess. We all trust that what each of us writes is honest. Though we may never meet or even skype we create an artist’s community, where no subject is forbidden, and no judgments made. Trust and honesty are the keys to good writing and good friends. Aha.