That is a question I ask myself regularly.
Why do I bother scribbling all this crap every day?
I mentioned a while ago that I did an online interview for some university project in the States and that question arose once more, and quite frankly I had some difficulty answering it.
All my soul searching has morphed into two basic reasons. Maybe there are more, but I'm no expert on the workings of the mind.
I suppose the first reason is that I enjoy writing. I like words. Sometimes I like to play with words and indeed the language in general. I have always enjoyed reading but it's only in the last decade that I realised I enjoyed writing too, which is a bit of a bummer: if I had discovered earlier in life then who knows what would have happened?
The second reason is that it's a hobby. It's a damn sight less strenuous that golf or football, or even crown green bowling. It keeps the old grey matter ticking over and in my book, brain exercise is a lot more important that physical exercise. Who wants to be a physically fit vegetable? I like the mental challenge of finding a topic and then analysing it until it screams. Sometimes the output is rubbish and sometimes it isn't but the simple fact is that some thought went into it and maybe delayed senility by another few minutes.
Another question that cropped up in the questionnaire is how I choose my content.
That one is a lot easier [in principle, but not necessarily in practice]. The answer I gave was that I wrote about whatever rambled through my mind [the clue is in the title]. Sometimes I might write about an idle thought [like today], or maybe a drop of reminiscing. Sometimes I write something that might amuse me [but rarely anyone else].
The bulk of my brain farts though are a rebellion against the modern world and its mindless acceptance of everything it sees on television or reads in the papers. We seem to live in a society where the headline is the story and no one questions anything. I swear that if a headline appeared – "Study find Everest earthquake caused by people eating broccoli" that half the population would never touch broccoli again. It doesn't matter how absurd, illogical or patently false the headline is; people will believe it. People now happily believe that a whiff of tobacco smoke in the open air will cause them to have a heart attack despite the fact that the person who is generating that smoke has been inhaling the stuff for forty or fifty years with no side effects. People believe election promises despite the fact that successive governments have bankrupt the country. Basically people will believe any old shite that's thrown at them and what's worse will then go and repeat that shite to others as if it's hard fact. That annoys the hell out of me so I have to vent my anger somewhere?
Of course there could be another answer to "why".
I once got an email from a person who thinks he is highly influential in my life [he isn’t]. In it he reckoned he knew the answer –
… Then there are the blogs that are personal, a sort of BEBO, where you say here I am, please by my friend. And the more hits you get, the more friends you feel you have, but where the replies are almost always from fellow personal bloggers – all feeding off each others congratulations, and where disagreement is not on the agenda. Very nicely put recently in the Times as "an onanistic niche activity persued by self-regarding geeks, oddballs and social pariahs."
Will you please be my friend?