couple weeks ago I had a conversation with someone which sparked me to ask twitter if they thought bloggers were narcissists or “attention whores”. The answers were a mixture of “eh, sometimes”, strong no’s, and one DM turned email of yes and an incredible explanation why. The lonesome yes was my favorite response. It was clear, it wasn’t an attack and it showed a level of understanding of the personal blogger’s craft.
Yes. I wouldn’t say attention whore, lets say attention seekers, because I know you, and your vagina is far from a whore. There are a good amount of bloggers sharing every experience because they want to capitalize from it. They want the “oh, ah” impact but not in book form. In a way they’re looking for validation in a following of people. They share pointless or sometimes private things with people who don’t really care about them. Which I sometimes don’t agree with. No, it’s more like often.
But then there is Yetunde, and I can only really go off you because I don’t like to admit that I’m a grown man reading women’s blogs. And if we’re being honest here Yetunde, I only read it because it was you. And you write very well for a techie. But what I noticed, I think it was from a post like “Shit is going to happen”, you are private as hell. Secretive even. And I thought, how in the hell is she blogging without giving people the entire story? Then a year later you wrote that rape entry and I thought, and I think a bunch of us thought it too, why is she putting this on the internet? But then it made sense. You’re an attention seeker for awareness. After that post, and yes I checked, you don’t mention it again. It’s kind of dope and I got it. I was one of the men you went to school with cracking rape jokes on twitter.
We could’ve had a conversation about it, but I don’t think the impact wouldn’t have been as strong. As shocking, I guess. You really do share a tiny bits of you and it’s really only in order to create awareness. So if there are other bloggers like you out there, then yeah, you’re attention seekers. The good kind.
Here’s my truth on this topic: Yes, there are those that simply blog to scream to the world, “Look at me”. There are those who blog in hopes of being the Kim Kardashian of the internet.
And then there are storytellers, personal bloggers who aim to share their story in hopes that someone else will learn and avoid making the same fuck. In hopes that we reach another being to let them know that they are not alone. Or simply because we want to create a sense of awareness through personals essays, similar to what you read from major publications such as Huffington post or buzz-feed list.
I don’t think we’ll ever be able to escape this perception that us personal bloggers simply share because we like to cry on the internet. Or that we blog for reaction sake. But it took my ex calling my blog “A Truman Show”, for me understand that some people will never understand the purpose of storytelling. Some are too ignorant to get it. And others, just don’t have eye or capacity for it. And that’s okay too.
I can’t speak for others, but I know the last thing I want from my readers is pity. I think that’s why it takes me forever to share something personal, or better yet, why some of my posts come off cryptic. I am private. I also have the pride of a typical scorpio, so the last response I want from you all is, “you poor thing”.
But I am in the business of self-love, self-compassion and an unstoppable sense of self-worth. I’m building myself, loving myself and want to document the things I have tired and lessons I have learned. So I share parts of my vulnerabilities, glimpses of successes and failures sometimes for accountability but often to simply let others know it’s okay to be human. It’s okay to work on you. And I do it through personal blogging and storytelling.
There is a purpose to this “Truman Show”. A huge one.1