The past three weeks have been overwhelming as I went from 200 total page views (most only for one second using blogexplosion) in the four months since I started to over 900 in just a few weeks. It’s overwhelming because with so many new friends and contacts I feel like I am neglecting a lot of them. I will get to know each and everyone of you as time passes. There is something to be learned and shared with everyone regardless of what they write. When you have thousands of friends like some popular well known blogs you can’t be as personal with everyone; and they understand that. When you read someones blog you get to know them in a very different way than on the street. I’m not reading and writing blogs for numbers or money though many are. Even so, really making the effort and knowing each individual will create a closeness and loyalty that even those using this platform to cash in would benefit. If you are running a business you should make twice the effort for friendship. I may actually buy something at that point.

You learn the way things work everyday, new ways, better ideas and more productive ways to shape progression along this dynamically evolving beast of communication. Last year I wasn’t really sure what a blog was though I’ve been writing for years. Now I bask in this education of endless depths and deal with all that may come. After years of depression and my recently departed girlfriend I have purpose and refining it every moment to selflessly do what I believe I must. I have written hundreds of poems, mostly dark reflections of someone who hated himself. I wrote things that would petrify my friends and they thought I just wrote sick, hatred filled horror fantasies. I for some reason am no longer able to write this way as I can only write what naturally comes. There are not enough writers tackling issues that will benefit the world and educate them. Everyone has a contribution and finding it is important to me. I want to spread positivism and a friendly hand to all people. Perhaps writing about current news events and the latest ram chip is not my cup of tea. We bloggers have an obligation to help humanity in every way. I think that children should be taught and required to blog as soon as they can read.

Writers tend to be introspective and perceive life in ways that can only be learned from writing. It is an art and if it’s not then it should be. I have always loved art, music, poetry and anything which embodies human expression. Writing computer programs is an art. I should say great programmers who transcend limitations and discover on their own that which seduces them. I don’t write to get to any level or final goal as discovering and expanding is my reason.

What do you think about grammar school children being taught to blog? It puts men in a position where they are forced to learn much that some men would be ashamed to admit. I’ve known guys who were embarrassed to be seen walking their young children in public. They wouldn’t tell their wives or mothers they loved them in public view. Well were not talking about men, were talking about psychologically deformed full grown men with underdeveloped minds.
Men who hypothetically blogged from childhood would understand their “feminine” side. A man of honor and respect for all people has to be balanced in his feminine nature because if not he is a pig. Men say they don’t understand women and of course they won’t see things from a woman’s perspective but feminine traits they can learn. It is stressed to boys that this is to be avoided at all costs. They are taught don’t cry, be a man. When grown, their chances for an under developed psyche is much worse.

I am in touch with the feminine side of my being because like all men it is half of who we are. Like yin-yang or dark and light men have both sides. If not, then there is a problem. We see it every day. Any man who tenderly cares for a baby and wife and treats her with respect is in touch with his feminine nature. These are the real men. Were taught that a feminine nature means you are gay or a sissy. That is a shameful stomach wrenching lesson for any young boy to learn. I thank God I had a family that raised me the best they could. We weren’t rich but we were loved.
Let me know what you think.