It’s April 18. I always get that
wistful feeling during the second week of April and the thoughts of
my blog. I guess it’s because I started the thing on April 18, that
was 2010. Way back then, things were very different. After all, blogs
back then were very very cool.
Even though I still think blogs are
cool, I think they are dated. I don’t think people want to sit down
and read blogs any more. I feel like this: “Social influencer
killed the blog star.”
I don’t care how uncool the blog is. I
don’t even care how little readership I get. Those days are behind
me. In the olden days, there were tons of views, tons of readers, and
tons of interactions. Unfortunately, I have not really kept up with
the blog in recent years. I suppose it’s because I just don’t have
the same needs that I once had. I no longer want a platform to show
case myself as a writer, I just don’t care.
I care enough about the blog not to
have removed it. I mean, I could remove it, why not? Many of the
links I’ve used over the years no longer work. I don’t think the
blogger platform is well maintained anymore. But for me, I still want
this as a show of the years I did work on it.
Also, I have had old friends who I’ve
lost touch with contact me through the blog. It’s still got merits.
And this week, as I came to the anniversary of this thing, I became
very wistful. I still get the same feeling that I always got when I
muse over something here and send it out into the ether.
I’ve got a virtual message here in a
virtual bottle and as I stand on this virtual shore, I throw it into
the virtual ocean.