My WordPress “reader” has become a barren screen of blog posts where the most recent ones are days old. For several years, WordPress was the first app I opened in the morning but now it ranks behind Twitter, my stock market app and probably even CNBC.
Bloggers usually end their blogging life somewhere between 3 days and a few years. I get nostalgic when thinking about the connections that I had with bloggers even if it was only a few interactions. Often, the interactions were more meaningful than real life ones. But, people move on and I’m at best just a digital memory from the past. It makes me quite sad that I’ll probably never hear from any of them again. If I have to be rational, I would have to bet that one day you will also be gone.
It’s my belief that WordPress has made finding connections more difficult by removing the Daily Prompt and Hot Tags from their site. Is there much effectiveness in tagging your posts anymore?How do people even search for blogs to read now? And how does WordPress decide what to present to you? Commenting on other people’s blogs was also a good way to connect with other bloggers but I haven’t been doing much of that.
After 8 years I’m still here writing regularly enough which makes me wonder why that is. Perhaps I don’t have enough of a life? Perhaps I would have more to write if I had more of a life? The reasons longtime bloggers quit blogging are probably many. My guess is that they no longer want to share their life online, found something better to do or just don’t want to do it anymore.
As a kid when I lived with Uncle Bill, I thought nothing of the mundaneness 5 days a week that he walked out of the door at 7 AM to go to his job, came home at 5:30 PM, ate dinner and sat in his recliner watching TV from 6-11 PM. Weekends weren’t exciting either when he would look for something to fix around the house and then sat in his recliner for just as long as the weeknights. I didn’t think of his life as bad or good. I just thought of it as life and when I grew up I was going to do something similar minus the 3 packs of cigarettes a day and not wearing underwear.
Why do I have a problem with the idea of spending the rest of my life watching TV/screens? Every adult that I knew when I was growing up did just that. They went to work, came home, ate something and watched TV. In the summer they might have watered the plants or grass and viewed it as their version of going out. Going out for Uncle Bill was driving 10 minutes to a restaurant where him and 2 or 3 other single men sat around, smoked cigarettes, drank coffee and talked shit. I’m not sure what single guys in their 50s have to talk about every week. I guess having a beard and a hairy chest does not exclude you from the loneliness all humans feel.
“There is a time when one must decide either to risk everything to fulfill one’s dreams or sit for the rest of one’s life in the backyard.”