What you don't read can't hurt you.

I read the blog of a friend - who I don't think would appreciate it if I published the web address here - who has come up with what I think is a very good point. He suggests that people use their blogs as their own personal therapists. Used to harp on about the writers' lives, their feelings and their views.

My own blog - well, this one, anyway ;o) - is a prime example of this recently.

But I fail to see what else they're supposed to be for. Blogs are supposed to be articles written about what happens in your life, only presenting them in a more interesting way so that they're readable. They're engaging, entertaining, appealing, occasionally upsetting, more often amusing. They make you think, they make you smile, they inspire you to write something as good or better. Well, the good ones do.

The first ever posting I wrote I used to apologise for if I ever descended into self-interested nonsense. I am tempted to delete the post. Though I engaged in a week of what can only be described as irrelevant musings, I no longer see the need to apologise for it. Don't like it, don't read it.