Sometimes I get so frustrated by blogging. Not the actual ACT- I love it. I’ve been blogging for more than a decade now on one platform or another. And for years and years, the majority of the blogs I read were private, invitation only and REAL.
The people I blogged with- in that we read and commented on each others blogs and eventually our correspondence moved to emails, texts, phone calls, and even meeting up in person- were people that I identified with. They were people I wanted to be friends with, people who despite being behind a computer screen, were like me.
Perhaps the security of a private audience is what makes bloggers open up more, and share not just the good, but the bad parts of their lives. I say this because since moving to this public platform for my blogging, I’ve noticed a difference in people.
Not my old friends. They’re still there and the same and I love them.
But the new bloggers I’ve met since moving. So many of them seem… elite. No, that’s not the word I am looking for. I’m not sure what the right word is, but these women don’t always make me feel like I am part of this mothering/womanly/sisterhood like we had established among our private journals.
I thought by going public, I’d meet more woman like me. More moms, wives, FRIENDS.
Instead, it seems that the majority make me feel bad about myself.
Oh, they don’t do it on purpose. I’m sure they have bad days too. But they don’t blog them.
Nope- they only blog the crafts and meals that come out perfect. The photos that don’t show their flaws, or their kids tantrums. Their messy house with crayon on the walls. The days where they let their kids watch TV instead of creating educational crafts for them to complete.
When you read their blogs, all you see are happy smiling faces, immaculate kitchens, and photo-worthy activities. You don’t see upside down cereal bowls on the floor in the background, and kids in pajamas eating lunch (which consists of processed cheese sandwiches and canned fruit instead of homemade hummus and organic carrots). Those kids would NEVER be in their PJs that late in the day.
I get it. I know why people only blog the good- and I’ll admit to deciding not to share photos with you all that show just how disorganized we are. I am not totally above doing that myself.
But when all you see is perfection, sometimes it’s hard not to feel inferior, and that you don’t fit in. (Especially when you constantly have messy counters and crazy toddlers hanging off of them).