Sometimes this world hurts. And by this world I mean the world of social media where people proclaim their expertise and want to teach you their tricks every damn day. For a price of course. They usually don’t even have a Google Page Rank, even a bad one like mine is currently or a proven track record but they’re experts just the same. I want their chutzpah but my overblown sense of morals prohibits me from charging for something I’m not truly an expert in.
I have an overblown moral and ethical value portion of my brain but I don’t believe in God so my values are false to a lot of people–I’m talking both blogging (remember Pastor Craig on BIO?) and real world, here. I keep expecting Kevin Bacon to sweep into town….Oh we still do allow dancing though some of the clubs have been closed for more Godly ventures such as diners. Southern diners complete with fat as a food group. Our just chicken restaurant–don’t get me started on how unhealthy it is.
Back to the Internet. Where I wasn’t supposed to be allowed to have opinions because some way sick radical rightists decreed so. And the people I political blogged with would have rather seen blog than back me so it was up to my friends who I thank profusely and will always care about.
It’s hard for me to read blogs not by long time blogging friends as I read about being raped or getting nasty comments and people will comment about the blogger’s courage and how nobody talked about such things before.
Hello, here I am. Bet you weren’t told you kill little children because you’re pro-choice, etc, etc. There was a time when I had to have Bone and The Wombat google me because it was too scary to look myself.
I did hate it and can’t help but want it validated that everything people talk about now as fresh and noteworthy is somewhere in the abyss called Courting. I know how sick it sounds. Credit for having blogs set up to diss me; blog posts changed to make me look like an idiot; comments that made me cringe.
The day I realized you weren’t going to go to bloggers hell for deleting was a wonderful one.
But I guess four-six years ago is too long in the new world of social media where all that matters is how many tweets you get.
I’m jaded. I understand that. I was so psyched about Psychology Today and the day after I was offered it Congresswoman Giffords was shot and that took the wind out of my sails. I can’t help feeling nor would I want to change that about me. But I wish I could have had one week no one month of pure enjoyment. It’s that damn overblown sense of conscience and caring.
Summer’s coming and I’m getting my house ready. But something inside me feels so sad as if I had a chance and blew it. I’m good at not seeing what’s in front of me. Maybe what’s in front is pure joy. I hope. I know I deserve it. And it’s not going to cost anybody $499 plus materials and shipping & handling
Getting the house ready for summer sounds like a fun thing to do. It’s going to snow here this weekend I wish I’d stayed in Panama.
I think you got to let the blogging past go go go, the future is now and you are soaring.
I agree with Cooper. There were tens pf millions of blogs and half a dozen people had short successes. With those odds, luck overwhelms anything anyone could do whether it’s quality of posts or chasing links or commenting on other blogs or gaming the system. There’s no reason to feel bad that your blog didn’t get bigger (it got pretty doggone big and well noticed and sincerely admired) Nothing anyone can do would put the odds at better than a million to one.
@cooper
@Doug
Thanks. It’s not that it didn’t get bigger. It’s that I’ve written about so many subjects that are hot now and it’s hard seeing other people so widely revered for writing about the same subjects when yes you all were so caring and great but I would also go to sleep scared of being vilified in comments–even if I deleted. Couldn’t have just the feeling of having written something wonderful or important–and I deserved that–it had to be muddied.
Stick to your gun. As a person of faith, I get upset when people question the moral values of those who don’t believe in the same manner as they do, as if a non-believer can’t have moral values. Many do, some don’t but the same can be said for believers. In fact, when someone can do nothing but talk about their faith or their love for Jesus, I hold on to my wallet and start looking for an exit!
BTW, have you seen any used car lots down South where the owner says something about his or her faith in his advertising (don’t walk away from one of them, RUN!)
We have at least three just chicken restaurants here. Hey, we never claimed to be healthy, just fried. And delicious.
As for social media, I feel out of place on Facebook, so I rarely post. And I still don’t have a Twitter-er.
Is this the sequel to “Bitching Always Bitching?” Part of a trilogy?