A Dilemma's Quandry

   I am in the crux of a dilemma (although the classification has yet to be set as to the type), and please bare with me as I try to explain:

   When blogging first started in all it's sweeping popularity and sites like livejournal were no longer used only by teenage girls, I happened upon an evening news report on blogging (I'll be honest, I don't really watch the news). It was a convention. A room of a hundred some-odd people. At this point, at most conventions such as those hosted by comics, anime or Star Trek (to name a few) there are people- some dressed as this fictional person or that and excitedly chatting with their fellow obsessors over which Jedi could take on Superman. The point is, whether the voices are happy or annoyed, they fill the room with their resound.
Not so at a 'Bloggers Convention'. The only thing to be heard is the ticks of a hundred keys while peoples fingers fly across their boards.
That's right folks. It's a LAN party sans any games. A room full of people who sit and negate all personal contact, without even a word to those next to them. They read fervently and blog their opinions on the topics around the room. How can no one else find it sad that Star Wars and Harry Potter fanatics are having more fun?
  
   I understand blogging in a single, very small sense: it is possible one can explain their opinions more eloquently and thoroughly in written form. Expressing thoughts becomes less embarrassing and one does not hold up to the same responsibilities for what is typed. But there in-lies the problem. So often has it been believed that anyone with a voice who's wrote and printed, cannot possibly be wrong. That if an unknown person has taken the time to write something they claim as 'truth', it is accepted by a greater number more than one without any evidence except a possible photo which has been photoshoped so much that it closer resembles Joan Rivers than the original content.
   Words that are shallow and not properly thought upon and rolling with personal conjecture far beyond that of the unbiased tale they claim, are found in abundance here.
To understand the way they define words or to see their qualifications to give so readily their opinion on subject of import is not a luxury we, the reader get to have anymore. Lies, half-truths and double talk are harder to detect when not looking into a persons eyes or hearing their tone of voice.
It's unsettling. That's all I'm saying.

So, as any reader who has suffered my own onslaught of words above can tell, the mere act of typing this all out is my dilemma. I've never been one to keep a diary, journal or even a nice scrapbook. So what am I doing here, on a medium in which I hold much trepidation for?

Well, who knows. Maybe I'll figure it out tomorrow.

Sincerely,
Dust in the Wind