Another week of wacky weather. Cloudy… Partially Cloudy… Rain and Snow… Windy… Partially Cloudy. Family and friends have been telling me how lucky I was because it was getting very hot and humid again back home after a short hiatus.
Today, I’m a little sluggish and bloated, and when I’m feeling like this, I really am not up to taking pictorials or blogging. I just read up on my favorite blogs and comment, not out of obligation, but of a desire to keep up with ‘friends’. Well, bloggers are not exactly my buddies but starting out in a new place and staying home most of every day of the week, comment-conversing with them has become something I looked forward to. I always leave comments on blogs I enjoy but, I don’t know about you, and surely this is just how I was brought up, it pleases me when the bloggers reply even just to thank me for dropping by.
I say something, you say something.
It’s just common courtesy.
I like it when people comment on my blog. Some are family, friends, and really cool former students. But others are strangers or bloggers I met in the blogosphere. Whoever they are, I reply to each and every one of them. Again, common courtesy and sincerely being happy they dropped by. But more than that, I truly want to connect with people. I never leave comments on blogs that don’t strike a chord in me. Why should I presume that the strangers who comment on my blog don’t feel the same way? Surely, for that reason alone, they deserve a response from me.
Yes, I know some people just leave comments on blogs so people will read theirs. But I don’t do that. I’d love for people to read my blog, but I won’t leave some insipid comment (“Nice outfit!”, or “Cool!”, or “Awesome!”) on someone’s blog just so that they’ll visit mine. Comments like that don’t represent my character or personality, even, and I’d be quite ashamed to leave something insincere anywhere.
There was this popular blogger I used to admire for her recycled fashion but I’ve long removed her from my links list. Her posts would always have this poll at the bottom asking readers to vote whether they liked the project or not, or planned to make it themselves. Once, she wrote a post complaining why they just answered the poll and never left her a comment. Wait. Maybe I know why! I’ve left her a couple of comments but stopped because she never responded even if I asked her a question. It was just so narcissistic, all this comment craving and not reciprocating. It’s all just me-me-me!
Why am I writing this?
I think I’ve been a wee bit pissed off recently by everything blogging. I felt some weirdness with this other blogger who I used to enjoy exchanging comments with. To make a long boring story short, I left what I thought was a funny but innocent comment on one of her posts, and she responded but didn’t sound amused. I was a bit thrown off since, from the tone of her writing, I thought she’d be someone who’d appreciate a joke like that. I was wrong, obviously. Maybe it’s paranoia but I felt a difference between our exchanges nowadays. it could really just be all in my mind. But because of that incident, there has been less joy in blogging of late. I was supposed to take a pic of my Chinese New Year outfit last Saturday but I thought, well, fuck it. I don’t feel like it anymore and I’m not going to just because I mentioned in my last post that I would.
Tut-tut, Miss Liz. Such angst.
Anyway, read my blog, don’t read my blog. Whatever. I thought it would be fun starting conversations and exchanging ideas. It still could be but don’t leave a comment if you don’t mean what you say. Because I’LL always mean what I say.
This is the angry part of me signing off. Hopefully for a long time.