Posts Tagged ‘ self-disclosure ’

Meta-blogging: Are questions effective blog post titles?

I have been thinking about writing a blog post for a few days.  This particular post, though, was inspired by reading the title of a post by prolific blogger, Fr. Z.  Reading the title made me think about how questions seem to be a way to grab a reader.  Especially effective is using a syrupy-sweet-sticky question as a grabber.  I think academic journal titles work like this too.  

Something like “Life: A longitudinal analysis of Really Awesome Data.”   And then the actual journal article is about the fermentation of extracted turnip juice and its effects on enhancing toddler’s silly faces.  Seriously?

Actually, I would probably read that article.  Back to the meta, this particular post really just serves the purpose of allowing my weary mind to wander a little bit in the midst of internship application.  Man, those are getting tiresome.  

I used to be such a sap though, writing in online journals.  Something about projecting my angsty, hormone-infused thoughts and feelings on to a screen, shouting on the peaks of livejournal my pain, loneliness, and existential suffering.  Something about that, yes.  Something about longing for posterity; longing to be seen and heard.  Hard to outrun those dreadful demons, still.  

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There, and Back, and Back Again

I went back to facebook.  For about 10 minutes.  And then I realized that I didn’t miss anything by not being on facebook, and I left again.  In a particularly stressful time of life right now, I just can’t seem to sit still.  I checked out what I had been missing, having been off of facebook for about 6 weeks now.  I don’t feel I’ve missed too much.  All the important stuff about friends and family I find out through my wife.  

I don’t know why I went back.  Or why I used to go all the time.  There is something so terrifyingly riveting about seeing and being seen.  Not that facebook is useless.  But is it good?  

I don’t think so, for me at least.  I have such an inane, narcissistic void, in which I want to be esteemed, but not just “liked.”  Not just “followed.”  Adored.  And right.  I want to be right.  On social media, people share all sorts of opinions as if they are facts.  Some share in a brash, uneven way.  And this is my summons: to the facebook marketplace I ride, Bible in one hand, and memorized Kreeft quotes in the other!  

No, I don’t think so.  I don’t need that right now.  Just give me an outlet, and maybe a little dialog, and I’m fine.  And I’m here.