It starts innocently enough. You think you'd like to share some photos and daily musings with family and friends.
Soon, you find other bloggers who make you howl with laughter. And they make you laugh hardest when they are spilling their darkest secrets. Stuff about boobs and getting happy on a treadmill and farts, so many farts and OMG suddenly it seems as if the world is one big hilarious truth-telling place.
So you tell a few of your own and you aren't hated and reviled. Instead, people love you more.
These people who comment stop being just friends in a box on your desk. You meet some of them in person, twitter others, correspond, call - and care.
Which is how, several years later, you find yourself feeling completely comfortable emailing someone you have never met because she blogged about having a spider bite and now you think you may have a spider bite gone bad. On your butt. And she is totally cool about it.
And then you think "Maybe I have lost my damn mind." But maybe you aren't losing. Maybe you are finding.