Why blog?

If anyone were to ask the latest fad in communication, the easy answer would be the internet. More and more, people flock to the Internet each day. They create spend time on myspace, facebook, and just about any other site they can find that will let them type something. Among the favorite things to do on this site is blog. For some reason, we feel the compulsion to tell entire world what we are doing or how we’re feeling and why. My simple question is “Why blog?” Why does the whole world need to know what you did last weekend? Honestly, the main people who are going to care will be people you actually see in real life. Why do we go through the effort?
As newcomer to facebook and all this blogging junk, I quickly got exited a few weeks ago and yet now the glamour seems to have faded. My facebook is fairly stagnant with only a few posts going to people and the occasional poke. When does this poking thing end! Lots of people put up pictures from vacations and such, but, hey, I don’t even own camera. A blog sounding like it might be worthwhile, but it’s already frustrating me. You’ve probably noticed my name is here twice and there’s a perfectly good reason for that. When I tried to sign-on to this site, I quickly realized that I had forgotten my password. I tried to use the password recovery system, but apparently no user with my email exists so I my only option was to create a new account. There are way too many passwords to remember online and it only serves to add to my confusion.
So here I find myself, posting a blog. But, truly, what about does the world need to know so badly that I must post it. Do my friends and family who know not suffice? What should I tell the world? Do they want to know my first car? My favorite toy as a kid? My favorite TV shows? Who I’m voting for? I just can’t grasp what the world needs to know from me. Perhaps I’ve looking too far into this. It’s certainly true I’ve been feeling absolutely terrible for the past few days and my thoughts have suffered as a result. It took all my strength to crawl out of bed and go to class. Perhaps that’s what they want to know.—how I’m feeling. Well, I’m sick. I started coughing up a storm on Thursday and my voice disappeared for all intents and purposes Friday. As I had scheduled earlier, I went home last weekend where I took some cough drops and mucinex which helped me feel better. My mom tried to find Vicks 44, but someone figured out how to use it to make meth so you can’t really find it anymore. I felt a little better after the layers of mucous started to dissipate and my voice came back. Upon arriving at my dorm, my roommate offered some tea which served to help with cold, cough, and flu problems which helped more. Fortunately, I have gotten better throughout the day and should be pretty much back to normal by either Wednesday or Thursday.
So, there you have it, something about me.