The Point of This Blog

When I awoke this morning I began developing ideas for a new blog post. It took five minutes in a state of deep thought before a question occurred to me. What is the main theme of this blog? That question seemed like the one needing asked. But it would still leave some things unsaid. So I dug a little deeper for something a little more revealing. Then it hit me. Who is my audience? Who am I writing to, and, thus, what issues or thoughts do I need to address? The answer I came up with was quite interesting: it doesn’t matter.

First of all, I probably don’t have an audience. I wouldn’t blame anyone for not reading this blog. If I were someone else and had stumbled upon these writings I would have abandoned them a long time ago too.

Second, a blog isn’t meant to conform to any one group of people. What is the point of beginning a blog if I am going to limit it to a predetermined set of people with predetermined interests? It’s like keeping a wild tiger caged up when it should be roaming free. I need to let my writing display my interests. It doesn’t matter how random they may be. Leave the audience that wants a strict subject and theme to their math text books. While they are figuring out the quadratic equation the rest of you will be captivated by my unique style, opinions, and tastes. Yes, you may even be drawn by the randomness of the posts.

However just as there is a danger in letting our hypothetical tiger roam free in New York City, there is a danger in letting my ideas and thoughts run unimpeded throughout the blog. I may find myself pretty popular with some people, but others will hate me for my flippant and whimsical nature. They will call me names. They may say that I am no writer, and may make me feel like dirt. But I will stand my ground and be as fearless as the tiger.

With all that in mind, I have no question to what this blog is about. It isn’t a blog with a single theme for a one-minded kind of people. It is a reflection of my thought, ideas, ramblings, stories, articles, and life experiences. Scraping the corners of my thought and clearing out the cob webs I will show you, in all randomness, what I think. In the end, then, wouldn’t you think that I might actually become predictable? Believing that would be your biggest mistake. As I have already established with one of my best friends: I am unpredictable: be prepared for anything.