Blogposts: Who's Reading?

 It's the seventeenth post of this blog.

I've written many different types of posts in the past sixteen days. There were some that were neutral and semi-professional, some were stories, and some were written like a diary (or maybe not). It all comes back to one question: Who's reading the blog?

Before I delve in on my thoughts regarding this blog, let me first talk about my past experience with my first blog. I once mentioned in my first post "Writing habit: Daily Post Challenge" about my first blogging experience when I was twelve.

I used to watch a lot of Hong Kong TVB dramas when I was young. In one of the dramas I watch, there's a scene where the dad (or boyfriend, or spouse, I don't remember) was hospitalized. He's in a coma and everyone was worried. This character started a blog, writing it like a diary as a source of stress relief. He/She would update the condition of this patient and how he/she is coping with days without him.

After three years, the patient gained consciousness. The blog owner was relieved. He/She then realized that the blog became famous. A lot of people were following the updates regarding the patient, giving lots of supportive comments.

I then started writing my own blog. I was twelve. Don't expect too much! If you're reading this and interested, you can click the piano banner above. I'll let you walk through my dark history with a heavy heart *laughs histerically*

My Malay was better than my English at that time so I wrote in the language. It wasn't really a text or a post. It's more like a sharing chatter with lots of emojis and informal banter.

Back to the part about audiences. I wrote the blog without considering how much publicity something you post on the Internet can get. I didn't apply any filter when I wrote, treating it like a real diary. I poured my heart out, telling how some actions of my friends in school were bothering me and how bothered I was.

One morning, she came to me and apologized. I was dumb-founded. I was dumb-struck. I was embarrassed to the core. At that moment, reality hit me hard. Someone's reading. From that moment on, I chose my words wisely.

Now, let's come back to this blog. After years, I started writing again. Back then, blogging was something almost everyone did. Nowadays,.. not so much.

I hardly have people read the blog but my mindset is different now. Back then, when I realized that there are people who read my blog, I went all out sharing my posts, trying to get more views. Now, I treat it like a public diary. It's like telling the unknown audiences the story of my life and my perspectives. I don't mind the amount of views I get.

There's two main reasons I started writing again. The first would be to practice writing so I could write better and express myself better. The second reason is a little cynical. Let's say one day something happened (touch wood) and I happened to forget everything about myself, I have this blog to look back to. It's like telling my future self a story. (Or who knows, some days further into the future, when I'm no longer in this world, and someone happened to be interested to know about this one individual, this blog could be a good source of information!)

Whoever you are, I know you are reading *smirk in evil*