Retro Minute #4: Prone to stay still

To sort of celebrate 18 years of blogging, I'm sharing 18 of my favorite posts from previous blogs.  Here's the fourth post from March 20, 2015 from Postcards from the rain blog. (Note: The title, prone to stay still, I think (as far as I can remember anyway), refers to me being someone who doesn't go to places as I dislike traveling and even just going out is like a full-on task. I am prone to stay in one place but apparently not with blogs. Moving from blog to blog is probably my way of moving forward even though I know I'm actually staying in place because I post the same things and rarely do anything different and if I did, I don't really know it. The artwork consisted of things that moves or at least, makes one active even when they are not.)

Prone to stay still

"Perhaps it is true that we do not really exist until there is someone there to see us existing, we cannot properly speak until there is someone who can understand what we are saying in essence, we are not wholly alive until we are loved."
— Alain de Botton, On Love

My blog's two months old! Isn't it ridicules to even read such phrase? And probably even more so to write it but I'm so quick to start new blogs that just staying put even for a month is something to celebrate or at least, eat something sweet to commemorate the day. Actually, this blog is 38 days old if you're counting.
  
    I am always quick to judge my own blogging habits which has never been constant. Now, it's almost nonexistence. Years ago, I posted almost every day because I thought people would stop coming around if I didn't have something new. Even now, I worry over not posting enough.

prone to stay still, unfinished, 2015 - finished version here

    Sometimes I think it's so much easier to never have know there's such thing as the internet. Because knowing there is a world out there, however unreachable at times, there's this need to go there and be known. At least, my mind sees it that way.
    On a bad day, I would doubt myself and doubt every idea and everything that I would post. I would instead choose not to post and choose not to interact with others until I have something to show. I guess in my own bad habits, I still crave some sort of acceptance that comes by putting myself out there, i.e., through a blog post. But I do try to remind myself that this blog and every other blog before it, is mine and I shouldn't compare them to others. I shouldn't feel bad when nobody visits. I shouldn't do what others do just to be liked. I should do whatever pleases me. Right now, lots of ramblings and sometimes a drawing or a photo or two seems to suit me.
    I think blogging is now becoming an old practice for people like me who is more used to a slower speed (which is normal speed to me), who wants to keep blogging while ignoring all the other medias. I see too many of my favorite bloggers who has stopped blogging and I understand why. There's just too many other distractions that blogging is probably the last thing they want to do.
    For now, I'll still be blogging along even if nobody comes here and even if I am not as a frequent as before.

As a blogger, do you worry no one's reading your blog? As a reader, do you always care if a blogger posts consistantly or not?