You know what is freeing in this blogland of ours? Going to your bloglines account, clicking on that underlined number of feeds on the left side, and watching them ALL clear and fill in on the right. Then you skim all the blogs in your seriously-more-than-a-thousand unread posts, and your eyes are free to land on what’s really important — pictures of new knitting, announcements of impending marriage or babies, someone being REALLY funny.
Then it’s clear and that weird small guilt is gone. I have, it’s true, recovered from most of my blog guilt. I used to think that people would be mad at me if I didn’t comment. Isn’t that stupid? Yeah, I know it is. Then I realized the truth — when people I adore comment on my blog, I’m thrilled to hear from them! Yay! But when they don’t, it never crosses my mind that they didn’t. I don’t sit around and wonder why Blogger A and Blogger B haven’t commented in a while, so I finally figured out the truth — no one else does, either.
Which is good, because I’m a crap commenter. If I’ve EVER commented on your blog, it’s probably in my bloglines. (If you don’t have an RSS feed, I probably don’t read you, sadly, because my brain is completely and totally unable to remember things like that on its own.) And if it’s in my bloglines, I read you (okay, sometimes I skim. But I get the highlights).
Then, at least three or four times a week while I’m reading, this happens: I’m moved by something someone says, I open the comment box, I have something vaguely in mind to say, something that will be both pithily trenchant and achingly witty, I start to type, and then I go, eh. I shrug. Close the box. Wonder about my motivation. Then I get annoyed by my wondering. I move on to the next blog.
That’s okay, really. I don’t comment much. I get behind in blogdom. But you know that I LOVE being here. My blog passport is well stamped. It’s an amazing, loving place to be, and I’m glad.
And dude, I finished that blue sweater! It looks great! Lala likes it, which means it’s maybe a little form-fitting, and she said I have to blog it ASAP, but that means taking photos and posing and I’ve been LAZY about things like that lately. I have one day off this week, and that’s it. And on that one day, I’m not doing much of anything. I will definitely try to get you a pic, though. I’m proud of this one.
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