Sunday, January 06, 2008

On being and nothingness

Regarding my last post: What I was trying to say, probably ineloquently because I've been way over-worked and thus brain-dead lately, is that the act of writing, of documenting and thinking about things in a linear fashion, makes us aware of ourselves, makes us self-conscious, in a way that is not the same as the way we are, say, vegging in front of the TV or going to the grocery store or otherwise going about the daily business of life.

So it's not that the blog-you is a lie or something you've constructed (although it most likely isn't the full-story you, either, unless your self-disclosure is complete and factual and without editorializing). More that you are more coherent to yourself when you narrate your own story back to yourself.

Does that make sense? Eh, whatever. I'll be glad when the writers' strike is over and I can go back to filling my evenings with TV.

11 comments:

molly-o said...

This makes me think of how authors of biographies never just say "x did a and b and c." They impose an arc, a narrative structure -- "The seeds of x's later exploits were sown in these formative years spent working alongside y and z."

That imposed arc makes biographies a lot more readable, but it probably didn't seem like an arc when x and y and z were working and exploit-ing.

So are you saying blogging makes us our own biographers?

TFO said...

This is actually pretty basic stuff. Which is why it rings so true, i'm sure. Writing is an artifice. It's an extension of self and so could never be equal to self. But it certainly informs us about our selves in ways that just thinking doesn't. I'm totally reading you Kel!

dawn224 said...

I think your thoughts about the women of the 50s and 60s is spot on!

monkeyrotica said...

well, the blog "you" is going to differ from the "you" that's stifling the urge to strangle your coworkers, which is going to differ from the intimate "you" thats banging the shit outta your partner, which will differ from the best friend "you" that's holding your buddie's hair while she's puking her guts up. but they're all you, and you're kinda stuck with eachother, so might as well try and get along.

MB said...

I totally get you, girl. I feel the same way - in a sense - when I'm reading. I feel much more thoughtful and intentional about life. Same is true for my blogging experience (except when I blog about dumb stuff). :)

Kelly O said...

"Intentional about life": exactly! Thanks for the assist, MB.

Kelly O said...

Monkey: yes, TOTALLY.

wrekehavoc said...

one word: therapy.

that's what writing means to me.

(and the copay is cheaper ;-)

nylonthread said...

When you're aware that you have an audience, you can hardly help but edit yourself, whether to be "more" you or to close off or adopt a personae (introvert/extrovert).

Yes, we are our own biographers! By pointedly writing how we want our life to be documented, it can overwrite/create your "reality" when you re-read it (and gloss over things you'd rather not recall). However you want to define it, blogs are diaries.

Grandy said...

You had me at hello, Kelly! ;)

No really, I thought I understood you on the original post but this makes even better sense.

Aimee Greeblemonkey said...

You is smart.

And we don't have cable, so what is this writer's strike that you speak of? ;)