Wednesday, February 10, 2016

Nope


Would you mind if your family blogged about you?


            To put it simply, no. My parents already tell plenty of stories about me, and I don’t see it being any different on a blog. I mean, my mom basically does that with her Facebook. Whenever I have a big event, she posts something about it. Sometimes I want to say, “Mom, nobody cares that I just went camping,” but I don’t. This is her way of showing off her kids to the world, which in a way is showing off herself.
            Then there’s my dad. As a professor at Parkland, he has a reputation for telling stories in class. If you knew him for any significant length of time, you’re fair game for his stories. Being his son, I can hardly avoid having stories told about me. I’m pretty sure that every student my dad has taught knows of me now, and he’s taught quite a few over his career. Whenever I’m with him and we see a former student, the feeling I get from them is, “That’s who you were telling us about.”
            And the storytelling doesn’t stop there. Whenever something reminds one of my parents about a story, they almost need to tell it. For example, they see a baby doing something, and they start talking about something I did as a baby. It seems like any random stranger can be a good candidate to hear a story about my life.
            With all this story telling, my parents might as well have a blog. Then they could have a collaboration of all the stories they tell. Have all the funny ones, the embarrassing ones, the scary ones, and the ones that just make no sense. Have a bunch of silly pictures my mom took of me as well just to enhance the stories. Give them all their own sub blogs (or whatever the term is) for easier navigation. I really don’t care.
 However, I am fairly certain that my parents won’t get a blog. Ever. My family doesn’t ever really use social media. The only exception to this is my mom’s Facebook.  Unless they find some great need, they won’t get a blog, and I’m sure that telling stories about me is not important enough for them. Thus, I don’t even really need to worry about this.