It’s been almost 9 months to the day since I last posted on here. I’ll avoid any obvious parallels to the birth cycle. Interestingly, my absence and inertia regarding my blog is very much a reflection of who I am in many ways, and the fact of that is an insight into human nature on a larger scale. We can make adjustments to how we live our lives as we deem necessary (or, in some sad cases, as others deem is necessary for us) in order to effect short term changes and tweaks. It is the test of time that reveals the truth of a person, in much the same way that a photographer (or any artist) is defined by a body of work rather than by one image.
I look at my history of things left unfinished and recognize that I happen to be a person who sometimes leaves things unfinished. In that, I am just human. I don’t judge it, nor do I bemoan my nature and wish I was different. I am very happy to be my flawed self, and if that means that I post a message every 9 months, it’s how I do it. Though, I also recognize a blog for what it is, and my ego has decided that it’s time that I started pretending that what I have to say is important and to get myself out there again. I mean, let’s face it; for the most part, this miraculous technology, in addition to myriad true benefits, has also provided a virtual podium for every one of us to air our opinions, vent our frustrations, show off our art, share our poetry, offer our observations, and either validate our intelligence or display our ignorance. It’s all about ego. We are all about ego. Is that a bad thing? No. It’s a human thing. Deny that you have an ego and you deny that you are one of us. We can all agree on that, I’m sure. But, do we all also agree that ego drives as much of our behavior as I tend to believe it does? Maybe not.
Facebook, blogs, tweets, instagram, all give our egos an erection, so to speak. Look at the power at your fingertips. Look how people can come to believe that the details of their quite common lives (which is not pejorative), which they would never have taken the time to share in a hand-written letter, are worthy of being shared. And then, that worthiness needs to be further validated and measured by the metric of “likes.” What does it mean to click “like?” It’s not the same as saying to someone that you like their poem, or you like their hair, or you like the meal they cooked. It’s a click, an electronic tick that gets added to other ticks, so that your “like” becomes one of 6,422 other “likes,” rendering it totally meaningless. Could our egos be involved here, too? When we “like” something with a click, we are just identifying with an idea, filling in a tiny part of our identity through agreement or approval. It’s all about us, folks. People “like” the picture posted of some pretty dessert because of how it makes them feel to participate in the online society, to join the community, to announce their allegiance. I don’t ever remember receiving an envelope in the mail containing a photograph of dessert, with a note: “This is what I had at Divine last night. It was awesome!” Nobody EVER did that. Which brings us to the question, “Just because we can, should we?”