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Why I stopped blogging

Why did I take sometime off blogging? It's not that I wanted to deprive anyone of my oh-so-important updates. I stopped blogging, pretty much, because I wasn't sure why I was blogging in the first place. Makes any sense?

I thought to myself ; it's not like I add value to the great wide web, I don't write a technical blog for instance where people can benefit from my vast knowledge and experience. I don't write a news blog where people are kept informed min by min of what's happening in the world. I hardly even write book/movie /restaurant review enough to clam its informative.

I used to think of myself as an entertainer. I come from a family where we take pride in being so; hosting a dinner party or a Ramadan iftar is something to compete for. And added to that, the fact that I'm naturally talkative , was a perfect combo. I used to think what I write is witty and funny or even the sad stories where at least entertaining.

Then came a point where I realized I'm only bitching and whining online (and if you read here often, you'd know how much I hate to be that person). You know those people who write daily inspirational messages on facebook or twitter like "I hate my life" or "God, I'm soooo bored" or "THANK YOU, for completely fucking my life".. stuff like that.. what are they expecting? A little group therapy session where everyone comments things like "me tooooo" or " You should have seen *my* day"? Sending someone hidden messages? Or is it a desprate stunt to seek attention ? Really what? And what's worse.. am i becoming one of those?

When I realized I didn't know the answer for that, I stopped blogging. You may ask, "but don't you ever feel like it?", well , i do, sometimes. Sometimes I come up with those smart-ass jokes and theories (they're funny to me , you don't have to agree) or some bloggable thoughts. Sometimes I feel I just need to write and share. But I guess, for me to do so, I need to find a geniune reason why I'm doing it.

So how can you help? Well, if you can tell me why you honour me by reading the shit I write, I'd be ever grateful. Maybe my reason to write would be "popular demand", that would be reason enough for me

Comments

Zeinab said…
I have two reasons :)

first, you give me an update about "what's going on with zeww?".

second, i used - & still - consider the books/novels coming from a true story or the writer's experience in life is the most entertaining and valuable writings EVER. And so personal blog posts are no different.

belnesbalek ba2a, i think you are very skillful in expressing yourself and i like "how" you write. Remember when i forwarded an e-mail to you two years ago when some publishing house had a plan to publish shorts stories written by females?

be7'tesar, you make me happy when you keep bloging :P

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