Justin and his friend were looking at something on the computer, when Justin said, "This is Chelsea's blog. Have you seen it, yet?"
I smiled a little, because it makes me happy that he looks for the comments, almost as often as I do.
Then, I hear something from his friend, akin to fingernails on a chalkboard, "What's the point of a blog?"
Sccccrrrreeeeecccchhhhhh
How could I explain it? I racked my brain.
Umm- entertainment? That's a start, but it is so much more.
Do I tell him about the friendships that I've developed with people across the country? What about how it sometimes just feels good to write it all down? And, when you do, the knowledge that someone else has probably gone through something similar, and is there to offer support or advice. How about the need to brag or complain about your child?
I read blogs because I like to- whether it is a parenting blog, cooking blog, or whatever blog. I write because it makes me think. I try to write about things that other people can relate to, and if they laugh at my expense, all the better.
And, that thing called "comment crack"? Totally addictive.
There was no way that I could explain all of this to Justin's friend. He was too busy getting his fantasy baseball team ready.
Wait.
Fantasy. Baseball?
What's the point in that?!?!
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