I have this problem with writing about things I like. Like things I really like. Even writing this post is proving to be a challenge so I’m just going to write whatever comes to mind so pardon the word vomit. I might edit it when I’m done but I’m going to try not to remove anything because I have a tendency to do that.
Alright, let’s get back on track. I’m proud to say I have a lot of interests and they are rather varying and delightful. And I also like the fact that I have things I’m interested in because they’re part of what form me as a person.
Unfortunately, I have a problem with gushing about things. In real life? Nope, no problem there. I’d rather drive people to the brink of nausea than stop talking about things I love.
On my blog? That’s a bit harder.
I think the reason is because I feel I won’t do justice to it. Like there’s this absolutely amazing thing that brings me joy and happiness and unimaginable feelings and you expect me to be able to put all that into words? C’est impossible!
And I think there’s also another minor part of me that feels that people won’t like it or maybe there’ll be people who like it more than me and they’ll criticise me because I have no idea what I’m talking about. And I hate that. The feeling, not the people. Because I’m literally always saying “Write for you and no one else” yet here I am bothering about people’s opinions.
I love when people are talking about their passions because their eyes just light up and they get very expressive and emotional and you know, you can just tell, that this is something important to them.
Neville Longbottom comes to mind strangely enough. Like everybody else was so gung ho about Quidditch and the Boy Who Lived and all what not but Neville was just this quiet little boy who loved plants. And that didn’t define him but it definitely gave him character. Like I can just imagine Neville in the common room going on about the benefits of this particular plant against another and maybe everybody is just rolling their eyes because “Yeah, we know, Neville. You’ve said this a million times.” But then someone, just one person, shows a bit of interest and Neville just lights the heck up because here’s someone who cares, who wants to listen to what I have to say and you just know there’s going to be a lot of it.
That’s what I love about passion. You can never be angry or sad when you’re talking about things you love. And unlike people or animals, your interest is going to leave you or die or anything because it’s probably infinite and maybe this isn’t a comforting thought to some but to me it’s brilliant to think that even when I die, something I love just goes on forever. Even if I’m not there to experience it, I’d like to believe a part of me lingers on in it.
So anyway the point of this post is to say that I’m going to start writing about things I like. I like reading other people’s posts about their day or their lives and all that because a major part of why I joined the blogging community is to experience things from all over the world. Even if I can’t go there or see these places, I can step into someone else’s life for just a post and that’s pretty amazing.
Anyway, it’s 12 Am and I’m just writing this without any form of structure or what so I might read this later and hate it but I will try not to edit it because I was really trying to be as raw as I possibly could on this post.
So I’m going to post this now.
Tell me something you love. Anything at all. And, please, go on at length about it. I want to hear all about it.