Blogging about blogging, or metablogging

The thing about blogging is that you cannot take it too seriously.

If you are going to talk about yourself and your life and then broadcast it to the entire world in a forum that is as indiscriminate and broad as the internet, especially in the blogsphere, you have to know that funny things could come at you and anybody could comment on what you're doing.

I tried another "next blog" trip today.

Amateur and less than amateur photography and art is huge! Which I get. It's a great forum for putting yourself out in the marketplace - if you get noticed. I have seen some amazing and inspiring work in my many various trips through the blogsphere and love what it evokes in me. (I am saving to order some art from Rima Staines!)

Obviously, many people use blogging to present their world view or something in particular, like their religion, to others. That's great too! I love new ideas and seeing what makes others think and wonder. And if I don't agree with their ideas, I might still learn something.

I get that people should tell their stories, I mean, that's why I blog, to tell my story to the void and see what comes back. And it's not always amazing and inspiring. There are many blogs, like mine, that are essentially mundane - just a way of talking about whatever's going on in your head on any given day. Even famous authors' and thinkers' blogs are mostly run of the mill.

The bit I don't get is the blood and guts retellings of giving birth etcetera. Maybe I am not seasoned enough as a blogger, or not enough of a voyeur, but Eeuw! Don't get me wrong. I know that giving birth and having babies is miraculous and wonderful, but I don't really get that sense of wonder from the matter of fact bit about the gross things (Ugh, I obviously can't even articulate this very well, because... ugh!) and the unhelpful things the doctor said.

Why do we choose to tell some stories in the way we tell them? We all know birth is messy, but that's not the cool part! Why tell the story about something as holy, personal and miraculous as having your first child in a way that evokes anything but wonder?

See, this is my dilemma: I know the internet is indiscriminate and blogs are supposed to be whatever people make of them, as I said in the beginning, and it shouldn't bug me, but it bugs me!