Something I have trouble with when it comes to blogging and Twitter is finding something to say. I sit there, aware I should say something, but nothing comes. Eventually it gets frustrating, and then I end up abandoning the whole idea. Sometimes thinking things is hard.
That’s a bit of a lie though, isn’t it? The average human has up to 50,000 thousand thoughts per day. That’s a lot of blog posts. We spent a long time evolving the filters to assess the relevance of each thought and stop ourselves saying most of the pointless rubbish our brains generate in a day.
Then someone invented social media, and all that effort went to pot.
There is an argument that places like Twitter provide a useful way of getting all that stuff out of our heads. In the same way crying is an exhaust system for excess chemicals in the brain, I’ve come to realise that perhaps social media can be a useful way of outsourcing brain power, and that my brain is full of things to say.
The problem isn’t – and actually has never been – a lack of something to say. The problem is the value I’ve been assigning to ideas. I’ve differentiated the thoughts that arrive in me old brain during the day from those I actively try to have. Surely I’m not capable of producing something interesting by accident? On the fly? (Interestingly, going back to the number of thoughts we have per day, it’s widely agreed that around 80% of those are negative).
I had put social media (blogging included) on a pedestal. But this isn’t the Sermon on the Mount. What use is a blog if you aren’t going to express your thoughts? And while I obviously want to say things interesting and relevant on my blog, I’ve realised I need to drastically reduce the admission price. I’d priced myself off my own ability to self express by valuing my thoughts too low. I didn’t feel like I had anything worth cashing in.
But my blog is for my thoughts. The bottom line is, I don’t have to earn this tiny part of the internet: it’s already mine.