Part of the reason I don’t like blogging — which leads to appearing (or becoming) an influencer — is the boasting part.
However, there’s an interesting benefit of it: you’re getting extra motivation to achieve something.
- It’s hard to boast about throwing up after an intoxication.
- It’s hard to boast you were drinking rum with the people ten years younger than you.
- It’s hard to boast about being constantly sleep deprived and exhausted.
That’s my current reality, and it’s good to have it memorised, having this snapshot of reality saved somewhere. Makes good content, you know.
Still, boasting feels better. It’s a prerogative of less intellectual people, showing off. Yet, it can be done elegantly too. And it feels good. Much better than whining over ‘the sleep is a disaster, and I have no idea how to sleep properly, given all my circumstances!’
So, a side effect of this blogging thing is an attempt at boasting. And if not attempting at fooling people by false achievements, and boasting intellectually, you’re forced to actually do something great, and tell an interesting story about that. That makes a significant shift in approaching life.
I would surely recommend, blogging is one of the best things that happened to me. And I think it helped me get better at many things. Even writing. You write stupid shit first. But then you’re getting tired of it, and evolve from there.
It works for many things. Not just writing per se.