I started my first blog when I was a teen, that’s over 20 years ago. I deleted that blog and started over in 2005. Deleted that blog again in 2012 or so, along with my Facebook account. Restarted my blog and Facebook account in 2018 or so, and deleted the blog again in 2022-ish. Why start another blog? What’s different this time?
Well, I always thought people don’t change that much, so realistically, nothing has changed. There’s a good chance I’ll delete this again, sometime in the future. (No worries, if it’s on the web it’s on the web forever. A while back I found my old blog in the Wayback Machine. Why people bother to archive stuff like that is beyond me.) Besides, who cares? What’s my little blip of a blog contributing anyway? I guess that’s what it boils down to. What’s my motivation?
I guess that, compared to 20 years ago, I have changed. I used to think I had to contribute. To something. Anything. To be of value I had to be a Good Person (™) and CONTRIBUTE (imagine this in huge letters hewn from stone, on the horizon against a sunrise or sunset, for dramatic effect). The goal is to find an interesting question or topic and improve on humanity’s knowledge somehow, isn’t it? I have no such pretensions today. I don’t know enough, I’m just a tiny shrimp in the ocean and I won’t make even the tiniest of dents in anything.
Isn’t that wonderful?