Almost like he knew her

I am new to blogging. Honestly, I think during the first year of my awareness of blogs, I disliked them because of the word 'blog.' It just wasn't appealing to me. I've gotten over that because I'd be worried if a word actually kept me from doing something productive. That's the reason I do it anyway-it is productive for me-the "blogosphere" as it were, is much too saturated for me to think I could influence the casual passerby as they search for meaningful content on the web. But, speaking with my brother today, represented by the image above (because that's how I imagine him and because he is one of two people other than myself who read this) made me think otherwise about the effect of blogs. He revealed to me that he had been reading a woman's blog for years-a woman he had never met, but was nearly the same age, traveled in similar circles and with whom he had actually crossed passed with more than once, but without speaking. This is fascinating, I thought. Then, I checked out the website for myself and realized that the utter honesty of her postings, spanning from ages 18 to 30, is cathardic. I could relate to her thoughts, I even learned a little bit about my own. Maybe it doesn't matter if people even meet and talk anymore-maybe we should just read each other's thoughts. Because, if I actually did meet this person, or any person whose blog I read, could we really communicate in the same way??