While I keep this blog for me as a venting outlet, a journal, a place to write...yeah, yeah, blah blah blah, we all know the truth is that comments are one of the, NO, I dare say, comments are THE major perk of blogging. We press the ___ Comments link and allow our praise junky selves to take over for a moment, pumping the sweetness of validation into our blood stream. And for the high that minute brings, our insecurities and self doubts slip away and we have proof: we are funny and smart and our kids are adorable and we're so witty and a great teacher and of course we're justified in stealing that parking space at Hell-Mart. Yes, comments are the methamphetamine of the blogging world.
And we are all addicted. Me included. I am a comment fiend. A comment whore. A comment glutton. I love comments. I revel in them. When my comment counter reaches the double digits I feel like I finally got tickets to Oprah and the first words I hear out of her mouth are "Favorite Things" and "You get a car! You get a car!" (hey, you may have your bucket list goals, I have mine--materialistic though they may be). Even mean comments are appreciated (lie). And yet, lately it seems that my comments have melted away. And if you didn't catch that earlier, I'm addicted.
Withdrawals people. Withdrawals. I'm missing the comments. Comments are not on my list of things I want to melt away. I want chocolate to melt away in my mouth simultaneously causing a physical reaction of melt away belly fat. I want someone a la this post or this one (either will do, I'm not picky) to stare me down in longing until I think I might melt away into a puddle of hormones and weak knees and an arrhythmic heart. But comments, not so much. Nope. My inner praise junky just wants more.
So what gives? The visitor counter keeps going up. But the comments don't correlate. Are you sick of blogging? Is everyone too busy (how could you!)? Should I stop my narcissistic sniveling and suck it up (not likely--narcissism runs in my species)? Do I stink like dog food (PLEASE comment no on that one, please)? Did I offend you? Oh, if only I knew. I'd volunteer to do your laundry (if you let me use your laundry facilities to do a few of my own loads, because this morning I realized I'm down to What Not to Wear Christmas socks--okay, really, can I just come over to your house and do my laundry because it is BAD). I'd shower a bit more frequently even though it is hard on my skin this time of year. I'd smooth over the offense. With chocolate. That melts away.
So tell me, where have you all gone? Is my blog that awful? Because I really need a fix. Or at least an explanation (in comment form, of course). Seriously. Starting now would be good.
19 comments:
Awww. I am sorry. I have been reading via bloglines. And I have been sad lately...not to conducive to clicking on the actual title and commenting. I read, I am just lazy. I have no other excuses.
I still love you.
LOL I also love comments! Unfortunately I am one of the "guilty" ones that never leave them! I know I need to do better. Thanks for the encouragement! I love your blog and read it regularly!
You need to respond to the comments. You can comment on your own post! It creates this crazy little communication device called conversation. In fact, you should respond to this comment to help me feel justified in making it!
Sometimes I just don't know what to say exactly. I do still love ya and I look at your blog almost daily.
Is it ok to comment even though you have no idea who I am? I guess clicking my name would solve that a little. Be sure to tell me how adorable my kids are.
Love your blog! Thanks for being a good influence on my 13-year old as well. We need all of those we can get!
Man, that is bad, and i don't get many either. I am kind of sad but no matter, i will keep blogging. i'm not even offensive to anyone, at least i think i'm not.
However, you can't accuse me of the whole not commenting thing, 'cause i do leave you comments. do i not. also i'm having problems with my blog. Care to help.
Oh, and you don't smell like wet dog, or did you say dog food. well whatever you don't smell like either. or all that other stuff.
Also even if Miss Somebody Told Me So doesn't like it, yo can come and use our laundry machines, that is if you can get a plane ticket to Virginia, that is!
Luv Ya Auntie Rookie!
I am commenting even though I don't know you! I still read you blog sometimes and I always enjoy it.
I know how you feel though. Comments are addictive
So THAT'S what I've been doing wrong, Silvernic? It all makes sense now. An actual conversation--who'd of thunk? Will commit to do better in the future!
You've got questions, we've got answers!
I love your blog! And I'm addicted to comments too. Just have a baby - that was the most comments I've ever had and doubt I will top it anytime soon.
ANOTHER COMMENT, LEFT THE SAME FOR ALY, OK HERE GOES...
TWILIGHT IS OUT!!!!!!!! YEAH!!!!
Here is a comment.
Check and check.
Just kidding. I myself am a fan of comments. However I must admit I am not always perfect about leaving them. I check back often, I usually leave a comment. Sometimes I am lazy.
I enjoy your blog friend.
My comment is #14, but I'm going to count mine as #13 because one was deleted and I absolutley love #13.
I need to get better about leaving comments. And Blogging. I really need to get back on the wagon. ps. we really need to get our VT visit soon.
I hope it's okay that I comment, even though you don't me. I came across your blog through confessions of an artist's (Kim), and hope you don't mind. Your blog is an inspiration to many. Thanks. Remember everyone has their down and up days but being happy and laughing are what is needed daily. Keep up the great week and have a great week!
you better keep writing regardless of how many comments you get - love to read what is going on in your head - you have a way with words and I love to read what you write - thanks for sharing!
We all live for comments! You know we all love you. Your blog always cracks me up. Sometimes I read through it and forget to comment thinking I did. I need to get better at it for sure.
Hey man, I comment like every third time I come over here. It just depends whether a baby is screaming in one of my arms or not.
I feel the same way about comments. You can come do our laundry any time!
I miss the comments too. I find that I have less and less to write, and the comments somehow make it a little easier to share an insite to my family. I love reading yours and Alice's blogs.
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