My Experiment

So if you read one of my first posts, I talked about blogging and how weird a phenomena it was. Why do people want to broadcast personal thoughts to billions of strangers over the internet? Is it comforting to know that someone out there may possibly identify with you? I don't know.

So I tried it out. Today in psych, our professor asked us to write whether we were male or female and then a ridiculous thought that surprised us. It was anonymous, so anything was fair game. I wrote my personal thought, folded my paper, and handed it to the right (my own, collegiate "puff, puff, pass").

As the professor read mine aloud, I anticipated a wave of...something. Maybe relief. Maybe anxiety. Maybe a mixture of both.

But I didn't expect apathy. Which is exactly what happened. Cool, he read it aloud. Didn't tell anybody anything, didn't change anything, so I didn't care. Which makes sense; I should have known that all along. Telling strangers secrets isn't therapeutic, at least not for me. Especially when you don't get any feedbalks from said strangers.

So I guess this blog isn't an attempt to reach out to random kindred souls, but is just another way to share with your friends. To communicate in a new, unique, scene way.

Worth it? We'll see.