*Edited to add after I finished writing this* You followers and readers are so wonderful. Thanks for caring even a little about my silly little life. This post is weird, rambling, and hits on so many topics I can't keep them straight. This would be because I am very tired. It's been a long day, it's very hot here, and I seriously considered not even posting this. But then I thought, hey, it's just who I am. Tired=rambling. Sigh. So that said, read on if you want, and hopefully some parts of this will make sense!
Several years ago my friend started a blog. Then she convinced me to start one. At first I was so afraid to make it public. The idea of people reading stuff I wrote was scary! But I got over my fear and since then, I have met a lot of people through the blogging and general online world. Some have even become friends of mine, even though we've never met. I think that is so cool.
But there's a weird downside to meeting people online like this. And that is that sometimes they disappear (ahem like me maybe?) and you have no idea where they've gone, if they're okay, if they'll ever be back. And no way to contact them. And most of them, really, would probably be completely creeped out if we (collective "we", like "we, the bloggers and blog-followers of the world") started calling them at home and stuff. I would be.
Still, sometimes I'll realize I haven't read a post from someone in a while. Or suddenly they're gone from Facebook and I can't help but wonder if it's me, or them, or neither. Or their Etsy shop has no action for months and those convos stop coming.
I also realize that I overthink pretty much everything that happens in my life, usually putting myself in the negative position. Don't try telling me to stop. I do it without even realizing it. It's just part of my nature. Anyway that's kind of beside the point. The point was supposed to be that as awesome as it is to get to know people who, really, we don't actually know, it can be kind of stressful when they disappear.
I don't know that there's any remedy for it. I think of myself, how infrequently I blog these days. Now granted, this blog does not exactly have a worldwide following of thousands of people, but that doesn't make you guys any less important. If anything, it makes you more important, because you all think this blog is worth sticking with, even if you don't read all the posts. Or read them all the way through. I know you do, but even if you don't, you're still over there on the google friend list thingy. :-) And I think that's really fantastic and hey, thank you for that! So anyway, thinking of myself, I know that I have become very scattered with my posts. I know why, too, and I'm sure I've mentioned it before, but when you aren't hanging around with me or talking to me on the phone or something, you don't really know what's happening in between these posts. (What's usually happening is: Karina is begging me to play dolls, horses, or cars while Elena begs to play with "wawa" in the sink with the faucet running on ONLY the spray setting, or begging to go "dy" (outside) even though it's 99 degrees with what feels like 300% humidity, or begging to be held constantly...you get the idea) Sigh. I know this is what's going on. But still...there's always the element of the unknown for you (and me, on the blog-reading end of things). And unfortunately, there's nothing any blogger or Facebooker or tweeter can do about it, at least not that I can think of. Sure, I can promise to do better. Of course I can. But things happen. Who's to say what's going on in the spaces unless you're standing next to me, right?
So I guess I'll end (edit: ha ha ha, this isn't the end, I'm just trying to trick you!) with this thought: I'll try to be better. I'll try to check in more often with at least a little something. But I won't promise. I can't, it wouldn't be fair. I just don't have the time I once did, unfortunately. But I still value my blog and your company, just as I value the blogs and shops and FB pages and emails of my other online friends and acquaintances-who-feel-like-friends.
Isn't it funny how strangers begin to feel like friends? Even when I know that to them, I'm not because a lot of them are blogs I don't interact with as much as others, to me, they still feel like someone I know.
Okay holy cow I am so seriously rambling. (Edit: ha ha ha ha ha ha it took me this long to figure it out! Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!) Abrupt change of topic before things get worse (Edit: wait, this is the topic change? I've already done that like 3 times already, but now I'm going to tell you I'm going to do it. Because that makes it better. Oh, I just crack myself up): I took my girls to a major theme park near us today. We're having company come this weekend and we'll be busy so I wanted to squeeze in a day before they come. It was supposed to be slightly cooler today than the last few days. Um, it wasn't. We got there at 10 and left by 1:30, and it was probably almost 100 degrees. We mostly did the water stuff, and Karina rode a couple rides (Elena rode her first ride ever, the kiddie swings!), but mostly we sweated. Okay, I sweated. Sweated SO BADLY that I had to buy a towel so I could keep wiping the darn sweat out of my eyes because it was making my sunscreen run in my eyes and it was stinging so bad!! It is so hot that my AC can't cool the upstairs off. It's 9:45pm and my baby's room is still 82 degrees! And our AC is set almost 10 degrees lower than that! So I'm explaining all this because I think it's why I'm rambling. I ramble when I'm tired (Edit: okay, we get it. Sheesh. I should really proofread more and then post actually edited versions of my posts. But this is kind of funny to me tonight, so I'm going with it).
So there we go. A weird, rambly, divergent, bizarre post to keep you going until my next rambly, divergent post, ha ha!
You guys are the best. Look what you put up with!
1 comments:
I totally get what you mean about bloggers feeling like friends :)
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