The blog thing is weird. The whole point is to feel like I’m still connected, that people know what’s going on in my life, and I’m not just secluded across the ocean with no regular contact with anyone. But can we just have a quick heart-to-heart on this? It is just a one-way conversation, talking into a dark abyss.
Echo – echo – echo.
echo.
We all know there’s a stat page. I know people read it. I know I’m not typing to nobody. But no matter what Blogger tells me about numbers…I still end up feeling like I’m talking to a wall. Off the edge of a cliff. To myself.
I’ll cut straight to the point – There’s this little thing called comments. And I’m kindly asking you to consider it every wee while. (Every day. EVERY. SINGLE. DAY.) NOT because I have some kind of ego trip and need people to tell me how my iPhone picture is going to win a Pulitzer, or how I’m so lucky to see the Eiffel Tower when I’m not chained to my laptop working 70 hours a week (till 2am tonight, actually). It doesn’t even have to be nice, you can just say “Potato.”, and I’ll think, “Aw, it was so nice to hear from Allison.”
It’s like telling someone a story and then they just stare at you and walk away. I start thinking, this thing must really be a SNOOZER. I should just stop. But then someone will email me just to tell me how some post made them laugh, and I think, awwww. Okay.
At first when I moved here and started doing this, people would leave comments, and it really made my day. I didn’t care who it was – best friends, people from high school I haven’t seen in 10 years, acquaintances from church that I barely even know, it’s just great to be connected in some small way. Although I do love living here, it’s still hard to be away from home, family, friends…EVERYONE that I have ever known EVER. It just makes me feel like it’s not so far.
It doesn’t have to be profound. You could say “Hi.” or “I read this.” or “That dog was ugly.” or “I like cheese.” or “I’m from a country you’ve never been to, and you should come sail on my yacht in the Agean Sea.” Anything will do.
I’m just throwing it out there. Please don’t make me talk to myself all the time, it’s just getting sad.
Many thanks,
Management.
