Once upon a time, back before social media was a term or a thing, there lived blogs. True weblogs; not people trying to sell you shit, but online journals of the writers writing them. Blogs were the social media of the day, the way for people across the planet to share their lives and to find community. And I, well, I was a blogger.
Along the path of life, as things like Facebook and Twitter created what we now consider social media, I decided to stop blogging. I killed my old blogs. I lost their URLs to people who now want thousands of dollars for them. Thousands of dollars for something that only means something to me.
More importantly, I lost most of everything I ever wrote. I thought I had saved those posts, protected them. Turns out that whatever I did wasn’t good enough because they are gone. And so are the many relationships and people I had found through blogging. See, they were all swept away by social media as well.
I miss that world. Sure, at the time I was stuck in a life that I did not like, hence my starting a blog. While I don’t miss the being stuck part, I do miss that blogging world. (And maybe that’s because I am stuck again, but in a different way. I don’t know. Maybe we will get into that.)
As much as I know that that blogging world is gone for good, maybe if I reach out, if I casually talk into the void, someone yearning for the same thing will hear me…and talk back.