One of my favorite online activities is discovering a link to someone’s blog in their social media bio. It is a universal law that people who share such links never make it past ten blog posts.
The blogs are great because they feel like someone wrote in the dark, wandering blindly without vision. It’s always the same story—on a whim, someone decides they should start a blog that will detail this strange and wonderful chapter in their lives.
Personal blogs are always so odd in their randomness and shortness. Because it is easy to start a blog, so many people cross the threshold. The problem arises with repetition. What do we say after post three?
I love these blogs because they remind me of my failed attempts.
As teenagers, we all thought quite a bit of ourselves, and the writing (at least speaking for me) was painfully indulgent. I’m sure I wrote a few good things, but most of the content was my attempt to sound profound. This material almost always rang hollow. Looking back, I’m grateful that I just wrote and didn’t share my thoughts in video form.
Blogs are supposed to be dead, but people keep starting them, sharing the link and then quickly forgetting about them. Within this pattern lies the joy of the dead blogs. They’re not for us. They’re designed to share our thoughts with the world!
Dead blogs are the worst of our writing, with the best of intentions. But, as someone who continues to write, I’m sure my old blog posts will make me cringe in years to come. These posts will be the next great discovery for someone else who loves dead blogs.