Why do I write? I do sometimes ask myself this question. Many people, my wife included, are prolific journalers. I’ve traditionally been terrible at journaling. I’ve always thought it was due to inherent laziness, but I’m beginning to realize that it might be a problem of difficulty focusing due to undiagnosed ADD. My PCP and I had a disagreement about this recently, but he did put me on a medication that appears to be helping, at least for now. So the bottom line is, I’ve left no journals for posterity. 25 or so years ago, I started a weekly writing endeavor called Ramblings and Rumblings. It was an Email I sent out with some personal stuff and also some musings on current events. I think blogs were just beginning to be a thing, but I wasn’t even aware of the term. Anyway, at some point, like most things throughout my life, I stopped sending out the R & R. Ever since then I’ve made sporadic attempts at blogging, with now being the most recent. But the question remains: Why do I write? I have found that, if I don’t write, my feelings remain bottled up, and my overall health suffers, both physical and mental. This is especially true now, with so many things going on that are so wrong and frankly so terrifying. There was a time when I wanted my writing to be noticed. I would have liked to have been one of those people with tens or hundreds of thousands of readers who avidly followed what I said. In short, I wanted to be an influencer. I realize now that this was just an ego thing. I’ve actually built up a pretty sizable following on Twitter, and I’ve learned that it really doesn’t amount to much in the grand scheme of things. It’s gotten to the point where blogs are a penny a dozen, and I have made peace with the fact that anything I say in public is somewhat akin to the guy on the bus carrying on a monologue with himself. So, circling back for a minute, with all that in mind, why don’t I just journal? Once again, there might be some ego or self-importance or whatever in this way of thinking, but I still want people to see what I write. I know people do read, even if they don’t comment. Something I’ve noticed on Twitter is how little interaction there is. It’s actually kind of astounding; I have more than 6,500 followers, but most of my tweets barely register, getting maybe a few likes. This has become enough for me. I know I don’t interact with everything I see; if I did it would turn into a full-time job and then some. So I guess the ultimate answer to the question why do I write? Could be summed up this way: I primarily do it for myself, to get my feelings out in a hopefully constructive way. And, in doing so, I hope I will have an impact on others, no matter how small.
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