Why blog?

I read an article yesterday in the Boston Sunday Globe, Idea section, by James Parker, in praise of not blogging. I’ve spent an inordinate amount of time thinking about it. Certainly I am like the vast majority of citizens in that I read about problems, get irked and then let inertia take over and do nothing. I am not sure what I would do. My Congressional representative and one senator seem to be on my side of the issues. The other senator has spent the majority of his limited time in office surrounding issues. If I call or write, he will be sympathetic and sort of be with me and against me.
But the real issue for me is, why do I blog? Certainly I do not write very often. Initially, I felt obligated to scribble something at least twice a week. As is obvious, it has steadily waned since then. Unless this is the guilt I ought to feel, it does not bother me that I do not often note down anything. I would be surprised if anyone is reading it and I do not particularly care if there is.
I do not do any of the social network stuff, like Face Book. I value my privacy too much. What would I care to share? Not much that I believe is anyone’s business. Not to mention, if I had thousands of friends on these sites, imagine the chore of Xmas cards.
So why do I care to share this? I have come to the conclusion that it is like a song that gets stuck in your head and you cannot stop it. If I blog about a thought that keeps recurring, writing even a trivial bit about it seems to stop it. So, like many things in life, it likely is for my own amusement. Now I can stop worrying about the when and why I am blogging and start worrying about why I am inflicting it on others.