It sounds cliched to say “if you had told me ten years ago that I’d still be blogging today, I’d call you crazy!”, but the truth is that cliche speaks volumes. The Internet’s landscape of 2011 is like the Earth’s moon compared to the Earth that it is today, and for anyone then to think that they’d still be plugging away at writing down thoughts in electronic form over the course of a very strange decade, they’d have to be at least a little crazy.
Going a little crazy over a Skyward Sword TV advertisement is what sparked this here blog, after all, so the proof is in the pudding. I can recall with decent clarity at just how annoyed I was at that commercial, what with the master sword falling past a nerdy girl and into the hands of a cool, gamer boy. Why couldn’t the sword end up with the girl?? I mused. Ugh, what a time. Alas, the past is past and now TV commercials show all manner of people playing video games, which is how it should be.
Meanwhile, this blog has covered all manner of things over the past ten years. It was never really planned than way, or…was it? Stop me if I’ve said this umpteen times already, but when I started this site, “gaming” and “nostalgia” were its two primary pillars. Thanks to the Wayback Machine, memories of my infant blog are forever burned into the fabric of the Internet, which makes me happy as an archivist but feels somewhat weird, nonetheless.
My goal was singular: to share my own history with video games. As time went on, that notion evolved into sharing life stuffs in general. This blog has seen me getting married, buying a house, obtaining a few promotions, celebrating triumphs, and learning from failure. It has helped me deal with loss and bolster my physical and mental well-being. It’s a place where I found community, felt accepted, and made a few lasting friendships along the way. But most of all, at its core, this blog has served as a place for me to tell stories and empty my cluttered mind. And I’ve said before, it’s never been about the views.
But…story time. As a small-time outlet, I don’t get many WP notifications, other than the one that pops up on my blog’s “official” birthday. But in the very recent past, I got a notification out of the blue that views on my site had spiked. And not just that they went up by a bit, but that I was suddenly receiving hundreds of views an hour. Unheard of! Taking a look behind the scenes, it turned out that my post on pegged jeans had been shared in a Reddit post. That post, oddly enough, has been one of my most popular ever since it was first published back in 2014, but in that Reddit spotlight, it had taken on a life of its own. The comments on the post were wild, too, ranging from “my” terrible photography skills (jokes on them – I stole those photos from the Internet to begin with!) to various naming conventions for this particular fashion trend. It was all perfectly hilarious enough to give me two days of massive traffic that made my stats bar look like it had two redwood trees growing on the plains of the Midwest.
The “fun” is long over now, but I have to admit that, after seeing my link on Reddit, some small part of me thought I finally made it! I made it on the Internet long enough for one of my posts to be randomly chosen to be poked at by random strangers on a random site. It’s silly, and maybe a little sad, but I imagine that all writers kind of feel that way, too. Apples to oranges, and all that, but as my blog isn’t private, once my words go public, they aren’t really mine anymore, to a degree. At the very least, it’s nice that the Redditor shared my link rather than plagiarizing my post, but…well, if that had happened, then I probably would have thought that I had really, really made it!
For whatever it’s worth, I’ll take my ten years and run with it, because it’s something I can claim, no matter what else happens on the Internet. (Or with it, if we go with the Fallout franchise’s theory that only computers and automation will survive long after humanity.) What will the next ten bring? Hell if I know, but I’ll try to make it a damn fine decade, because why not?