One of the few pieces of criticism about my writing on this blog has been that some of the pieces are too personal.
A very good question posed was “Why would a reader who doesn’t know you be interested in reading about what goes on in your life?”
A valid question, I thought.
I didn’t have any answer at that point.
While ideating a personal post, it has never been my concern if the reader would be interested in reading what I am about to write. Of course, when attempting fiction, humour, and other forms, it has been a concern.
Oftentimes, whether or not a reader would like a post, or the way it I approach it has dictated terms. I am fine with it.
But, coming to personal posts, I have never cared if anybody would like them. The primary and overpowering concern has been to get the load off my head, and trust me, there’s nothing as easy as writing a load off.
The readership, likes, comments come later.
An argument that arises out of this is why I would go write about my personal problems on a blog that is open to public. I don’t exactly know why.
I do have a personal space – my personal diary. I have been writing a personal diary since the age of eleven.
So, I wonder why instead of choosing that personal space, I often choose the blog.
Perhaps, it has got something to do with the fact that I am more comfortable about sharing my life on the internet than most people. Does that make me a dirty-linen-washer-in-public?
I wonder if it does.
Well, even if it does, is that a bad thing?
A man has got to vent somewhere. I am not as likely to tell my ‘real’ world about my intimate personal issues.
Nobody takes the risk of being judged.
Here, on the internet, even if you judge me, I wouldn’t know. You are less likely to shoot off an e-mail telling me how you felt about a post. Even if you cringe at the amount of personal details divulged in a post, you are less likely to comment and tell me off.
Also, writing about personal problems has earned me some blog friends for life. Allwin is one of them. We bonded over a post written on personal failure. I wonder if few of you would still be reading my blog had we not bonded over personal posts.
Writing about myself has largely been a good thing for me.
The most negative thing that can happen is I can piss a reader off by the over-emphasis on myself. That is a bad thing to happen. But, I need to vent somewhere.
The internet is really useful, in more ways than I had imagined.
How comfortable are you sharing your life as it is on the internet? How likely are to write a load-off? Also, while reading posts do you prefer the ones that have a personal touch, or do you love a detached approach?
(This work by Subhabrata Dasgupta is licensed under Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 3.0 Unported License.)