Let me preface this post…
It’s going to be a freaking pity party. So, if you’re not in the mood to listen to another blogger whine about blogging then feel free to continue on. I won’t be offended.
So…let the festivities begin.
I’m fed up.
I’m sick of watching my feeders numbers dwindle.
I’m pissing myself off by constantly reminding myself that…I didn’t friggen start this blog to be part of a massive popularity contest.
But…I didn’t. Really. I did NOT.
Because I’m SO OVER high school already. That was like…so 22 years ago!
I started blogging so I could write.
Because…I CAN write.
So I could document my insane thoughts with my crazy writing style.
So I could look back and remember the nutsy things my kids said or did.
And remember how I felt about things.
I started Such Simple Pleasures. My first blog. My first online lover.
Almost immediately, I was riding high on the blogging hobby horse.
My very id driven ego was being stimulated.
Blogging friends in droves.
I was fucking popular.
I turned into a bloggingnymphomanic.
And my reason for blogging got skewed. Which happens to so many of us!
Then…I got shot down in a blaze of Out-law lurking un-glory…
And had to resurface under here…
My beloved Rock and Drool…
The best freaking blog name. EVER.
And I’m still the same person.
And I still write in the same voice.
Only better. I write better than I did on Such Simple Pleasures.
I’m sick of fishing for comments.
Twitter and Plurking for gratification.
Like some street urchin sitting on a corner with a sign…will work for comments.
I’m driving myself insane with who is and who isn’t reading my blog.
I’m SO OVER wondering why I don’t have as many readers as other blogs.
I DON’T CARE.
Well…maybe a little.
I really don’t want to care.
I really don’t feel like comparing myself to you.
We are all so different.
Yet, we have so much in common.
And we all have voices in different pitches.
And we all have frustration in numbers…
Some are on a different scale than others.
And…I’m not weighing that way anymore.
I will continue.
I love this thing called blogging.
It’s my nicotine, caffeine and any other addicting substance…
All rolled into one little dot com of a rolling paper.
I don’t care anymore.
And…that part that still cares…a littlelotabit…
I’ll just keep talking to it.
Because…that little part…and the big part…
we both know what we have here.
And it’s full of really good and quirky life stories.
Now if you’ll excuse me…
I’m going to walk away from my computer for a day or two.
I have laundry to do.
Phone calls to return.
And most importantly…
A family to take care of.