why are we here?

why do we feel the need to tell absolute strangers about our life, and how we feel, and not just generally but in such excruciating detail as to render the very concept of close friends irrelevant. this practice of bloggery reminds me of the movie Romance, in which the protagonist while indulging in casual sex remarks that 'sometimes it is easier to give oneself up to a complete stranger'. and it also brings to mind the curious fact that the most popular literature has been one which is based on fact, or better still fact-packaged-as-fiction, or taking it another level up, fiction-packaged-as-fiction-based-on-fact.