I think (but I could be wrong and I can't check just at the moment) that I'm a month old today. As much as these hollow and inconsequential temporal counting blocks have any relevance at all, it feels like a big deal to me and is well worth flagging.
Think of all the people I've now met that I had no idea existed a month ago. All the places I've been, the sunsets I've watched, the times I've lagged and crashed.
And all the blogposts I've read. I guess there is something innately voyeuristic about all of us that we like to read blogs (especially if they have something interesting to say, are entertaining, are a bit spicy or just contain gratuitous lingerie pics!) I don't know what it says about us that we like to write them. What is it about us that we like to invite people into our thoughts and minds and ideas? Maybe we just are all so insecure that we want to feel people want to be invited into our thoughts and minds and ideas? I don't know.
Some SL blogs have a reason, a purpose - fashion tips, freebies, interesting places to visit and things to see. Others (and I class my own among them) just ramble a bit and touch on some other stuff sometimes. I think there's a place for all of them. And personally, I like writing, even if no-one reads. It gives me a place to tell people what I'm thinking and how I'm feeling even if no-one's listening. Kind of a cyber-therapist. A virtual speakers' corner.
Who else could I share this crap with if not you?