What Was I Thinking?

There is something that I think is inherent to a blog: Creating a din in a vacuum - not unlike a ruckus lifting its head from a mouldering dais only to emit a death rattle and collapse once more. The egotistical aspects of the blogosphere have been (and are being) explored, with no resolution or rationale in sight. Not that I think resolution or rationale is demanded, just that it could be kind of nice, maybe even quaint.
Still, if the 1970s was the 'Me Generation' then the 2000s has emerged as 'It's All About Me 24/7 Generation'. Are we so special that we need nonstop coverage and self promotion? Yes and no, but mostly no. Yes, as individuals we are all unique and have our own way of perceiving the world and filtering the stimuli received into a (sometimes) cogent and relatable narrative. But blogging tends to sabotage perspective and cripple the narrative by its own medium - immediacy, lack of editing, and perhaps most importantly, lack of fore and hind thought. Because really, if you don't take the time to stop and reflect about what has happened or what you're thinking - and why - and what it all potentially might mean, but instead regurgitate a hastily conceived blogpost, you slip into the pit of reactionary-ism. All validity is carelessly tossed aside in the rush to simply say something. To say anything. And while 'Say Anything' is quite a good movie, actually saying anything is not the sort of credo that lends itself to expanding awareness.
Have I been immune to the pitfalls of blogging? Certainly not. I've slapped together dreck and hit the 'publish' button, even when I knew that it was not worth my own time to write this drivel, let alone worth some stranger's time to read it. Hack schlockiness at its most supreme. Useless psuedo literary chicanery masquerading as instant accessibility to the inner workings of someone else's life. As if that's all the excuse anyone needs to blather on without nary a thought or backward glance.