Livejournal Blogging? Why Bother?

I wonder sometimes why we blog? Or even bother? Why do I? We define it so differently or appear to, much like everything else.

LJ is interesting because few of us are doing it under our real names, so few of our readers have a clue who we are and people offline that we know in various aspects of our lives most likely don't even know our blog exists.

Case in point:

CW: I'm sorry I've never read your blog.
ME: Well, that's unlikely, since I don't blog under my real name and I've never told you the pseudonyme or where it is. Sort of impossible for you to have read it.
CW has a look of shock on her face.

Co-worker: I blog under a psuedonyme.
ME: Me too.
Co-worker: Mostly to ensure my Mom never finds it.

It can be weirdly painful to blog. Because let's face it, you will piss people off. This will happen. It is predetermined. Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow...but it will happen. Sometimes intentionally sometimes not. Particularly if you are honest, write about cultural stuff and fellow fans and whatever floats your boat, and not just about what you did today (although that can piss people off too...you'd be amazed at how violently passionate someone can become over the proper method of cooking brussle sprouts. I hear roasting works best. Personally, not a fan of brussle sprouts (can't even spell the damn word) but I wouldn't make too much of that, not a fan of operatic sopranos either.)

( musing on blogging on live journal )