Blogging Affects My Mood
I recently said something in a Twitter chat that didn’t seem radical but got a big response. I admitted that blogging sometimes affects my mood. Like in a bad way.
Sometimes it also affects my mood in a good way — actually, more often than not, I would say blogging is a positive force in my life. But there are also times when I find it difficult not to carry feelings from blogging into the rest of my day. On certain days, it affects my productivity because my mind is elsewhere, such as on a negative comment or lack of engagement.
I was surprised that people were surprised that I said it mostly because I THINK WE ALL SAY IT. Okay, maybe not directly, but what about all of the posts out there where people have written about feeling hurt by a comment or a lack of readership or having their words misunderstood?
Of course it hurts! Of course it would affect your mood. Blogging is just a form of communication. What if other forms of communication operated in the same way as blogging?
What if you were telling someone about how you felt watching the news and they looked you in the eye and responded, “You are such a stupid, fucking idiot. I hope you rot in hell.”
You were standing in a group, explaining how scared you were to try something new, and all the people silently stared at you for a bit and then walked away with no response.
You were talking about how much you loved your child’s teacher but you really wish she’d include instructions with the homework so you could help your child at home, and the person you were talking to snarled, “So you hate all teachers and hope that they drown?”
That would be weird, right? People understand that interactions like that affect your mood. If that happened to you at the grocery store and you came home and told people about it, they would give you a hug. Because when it happens in the face-to-face world, it’s remarkable. But when it happens online, you’re expected to just shrug and move on.
Sometimes I do. Shrug, I mean. Sometimes I’m really good at shrugging and moving on. And sometimes I’m terrible at it, and I think about something said to me online while I wash the dishes and drive the car and try to work.
I’m a human being. If you say rude things to me, I will have my mood affected by those rude things. If you say kind things to me, I will also have my mood affected by those kind things. I hold certain expectations in my head. When they’re not met, I feel unhappy. When they are met, I feel happy. It all feels pretty simple, you know.
Sometimes people forget that there is a human being on the other end of each screen. But if you remove the computers between the individuals, all you have are people communicating. Sometimes well, sometimes poorly, but communication in the end.