Fuck blogging

I've figured out why I rarely write in my blog. This epiphany came to me when instead of writing on the topic of socialism and capitalism, I was swearing and typing garbage in frustration. I don't enjoy writing in my blog. I usually enjoy what I've written even though it could use a lot of improvement, but the process is generally difficult and time-consuming. Sometimes, late at night I will find it easy to write, only to have to revise it the next day when I realize how terrible it is. No matter what everyone else thinks of it, I find it terrible, and I have to rewrite it before other people read it and don't bother to reread the good version. During this revision, I usually wish that I hadn't published it in the first place.

In the end, I've usually published a post that I can be proud of. I value my writing because it forces me to clarify and organize my thoughts, which is the painful part of the actual writing process. Generally, at least Isabel and Vlad will read and enjoy it. But the more I write, the more frustrating not being able to write well gets, and the less interested my friends become.

So in future, I'll be rewriting my old posts until I am proud of each, and until each one is an accurate and excellent representation of my beliefs. At that point, I'll publish it online for anyone who cares. I won't be blogging for blogging's sake, I'll be writing for my own benefit.