I've ragged on my mother for 2 years about her blogging obsession. She blogs like a crazy 5-6 times a week, and she exerts a lot of effort in creating and following blogs. I mocked. I mercilessly mocked as she spent time on the computer revealing her deepest inner soul to the internet where any layabout could read it. "What the devil?" I thought... Why would you want that? What is the APPEAL? Being a man who is interested in biology I was trying to find the evolutionary advantage that would add to fitness, but I couldn't find it. I continued to make witty comments and mock my blog-obsessed mother. I left home, I went to college, I read my mom's blog to keep up with what happens at home, and that's all. Soon I started reading other family blogs in secret and the addiction grew. Lots of my friends have blogs. I read them.
I was in denial.
So today, oddly enough, I felt the urge to divulge my guts onto the internet.
I texted my mother a very serious message that read "Mom, I'm starting to get tempted, and I need to confess my temptations before I give in"
The reply read "What?" (I can just picture my mom freakin out. She's holding the baby, gets this text and the look on her face would be so awesome...)
Seconds later, before I can respond, "Wanna call me? Or someone else?"
Quickly I used my youth-born quicktexting skills. "I am tempted to start a blog, but I will not succumb!"
The response came with another very clear mental image... "Is it motherly to hate your son's guts, just temporarily?"
And so my blogging life was born. Apparently mom is not the person to tell about your temptations. She only encourages them.