I Still Don't Get Blogging

Here I am, posting every day, and yet, what excites many people about blogging still escapes me. My perception of it as an online diary remains, and as for that vehicle, it sucks. I can't talk about the IRS Audit, because my auditor admitted he googled me, and you find my blog on page 2 of results. I prefer my social interaction ITRW. I can't bitch about my husband to my friends, or vice versa, because they all read. I am obviously uncomfortable exposing my deepest darkest secrets to the world, to pour my heart out, the most cathartic purpose of writing, because I don't trust the world with those secrets. The format is too short for all but the shortest of my short stories. I'm not a terribly political animal, so I can't rally anyone to my cause. Pop culture largely bores and disgusts me, so I won't comment on it. Likewise, news depresses me. The blog ain't making me any money. Finally, with the few exceptions of peeking to see some of what my friends are up to, I find reading other people's blogs to be as non-entertaining and as much of a time suck as watching TV. Basically, I still don't get it.