There’s this thing about blogging. A sort of an unwritten rule. If something’s going wrong in your life, you’re not allowed blog about it until you’ve fixed it. If you do, you’re just a whiner and you’re bringing everyone down and that’s depressing and nobody will want to read about it.
Or else, which is sometimes worse, you do blog about it, just this once, and everyone thinks you were asking for advice, which you may or may not have been doing but you’re going to get it anyway, and nothing makes you feel more of a big fat failure than lots of helpful advice telling you to do the things you know you should do, but the whole point was that you don’t want to do them, or you can’t for whatever reason that may or may not be basically laziness or disinclination. Like if I said “Waahh, my sentences are too long,” and you said, “Well, there’s this great thing called a full stop,” and I said, “But I don’t wanna stop it there, I just wanted to whine for a minute.”
So while we all want to remain human and mortal and real in the eyes of our readers, we also want to present our best faces, the public ones – or semi-public – wherein if we get things wrong we then figure it out and pull ourselves up by our bootstraps, by jimminy, and our lives get better because we’re Doing It Right, and what’s more, You Can Too.
It’s a bit of a no-win situation, to be honest. You want to be cheerful, you don’t want your readers to leave in droves because every time they click over to your blog you’re whinging on about that thing again, and if they wanted to hear whinging they could go talk to their own four-year-olds thank you very much. On the other hand, you don’t want to be one of those insufferable bloggers who has the perfect decor and the perfect children and the perfect life and the perfect housekeeping skills because we all hate those people. And if you only blog about the perfect and ignore the imperfect, that’s as good as pretending to be perfect, which is just as bad only duplicitous as well.
I have nothing wise to say on this subject. It’s just something I’ve thought lately. A blogger narrates their story as they choose, it’s our prerogative. We are unreliable narrators, of course, because we can’t see ourselves from above, and because we can’t tell everything even if we wanted to. As a reader, you takes what you gets, and you build a picture that might be true or false or somewhere in between. You impose your own expectations and assumptions and irrational likes and dislikes on what I’ve said, and I have no control over what you end up with. That’s your prerogative.
And somewhere way back along the line, all we wanted to do was pass the time, writer and reader both. Life is complicated.