You know I’m new to this blogging thing. I’m even newer to the concept of personal blogs.
Sometimes I stumble across one and almost feel voyeuristic as I read someone’s personal thoughts.
I recently followed the link to someone’s blog who’d visited my website. I waded in and was captivated by her writing style. I kept reading. I finally discovered the blogger was a young woman. I liked her. I related to what she wrote about. I marvelled at her wit and choice of words.
She wrote about hearing noises in the night, and seeing a guy she didn’t know outside her home. I felt afraid for her.
I kept reading, on the edge of my seat.
Then I just about fell off my chair. I realized I knew her.
But not that well. She was quiet – I thought. We’d smile and say hi or nice hair style or cute outfit or how was your weekend.
That was about it.
I never really knew anything deep about her or her family or her background or her hopes or her observations or about scary noises in the night.
I learned more about her in 30 minutes of reading her blog than I’d know over the course of many, many, many months.
My first reaction was sadness that I’d missed mutiple, golden opportunities to get to know this bright young woman, so full of smarts and humor and complexity and hope and depth.
My second reaction was joy to know that because of her blog, I was given another chance to really know this person.
