I've been thinking about comments lately.
Don't worry. Not mine. Because discounting those few faithful commenters I have, it's a rare occasion for me to have commenters.
Not like the Mad Momma or the Compulsive Confessor, for whom I'm more shocked, if they get less than 30 comments on a post.
And they deserve it all, for the absolutely brilliant, incisive, honest, capture you with the first line bloggers they are.
And this isn't about how envious I am either, well maybe just a teeny tiny bit(what? I'm only human!)
But more because I wonder how they feel when they receive a comment. Me? I'm super excited, walking on the clouds would be an understatement. I rush over immediately to check out the comment as soon as I read the notification on GMAIL.
It's hard to put in words exactly what I feel but well, I just imagine them laughing along as they read comments and type in replies. Rage when a troll sends them rude comments. Cry at the more beautiful ones, what they feel when they get a new perspective, the joy when they're praised.
All, just my overactive imagination at work. But what to do? I'm like that only.
Truth be told, I never feel more a part, a very insignificant part though, of the blogging community, than I do then.
Don't worry. Not mine. Because discounting those few faithful commenters I have, it's a rare occasion for me to have commenters.
Not like the Mad Momma or the Compulsive Confessor, for whom I'm more shocked, if they get less than 30 comments on a post.
And they deserve it all, for the absolutely brilliant, incisive, honest, capture you with the first line bloggers they are.
And this isn't about how envious I am either, well maybe just a teeny tiny bit(what? I'm only human!)
But more because I wonder how they feel when they receive a comment. Me? I'm super excited, walking on the clouds would be an understatement. I rush over immediately to check out the comment as soon as I read the notification on GMAIL.
It's hard to put in words exactly what I feel but well, I just imagine them laughing along as they read comments and type in replies. Rage when a troll sends them rude comments. Cry at the more beautiful ones, what they feel when they get a new perspective, the joy when they're praised.
All, just my overactive imagination at work. But what to do? I'm like that only.
Truth be told, I never feel more a part, a very insignificant part though, of the blogging community, than I do then.
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@ the soul: I have lurkers? Really? Wow, I'm super excited now. Work is treating me fine. I'm quite enjoying it but it's just more fun to crib, y'know? Send me an invite to your blog btw, i'd love to check it out.