I came into the blogging world relatively stupid.
I had just finished participating in a figure competition which had consumed my every thought for 8 months, not to mention several brain cells.
Starvation will do that to you.
See, I made the picture teeny-tiny so you couldn’t accuse me of showing off. Again.
After the competition, however, I felt lost.
I knew if I didn’t find something else to throw my energies into, I would go in search of other competitions, and quite frankly, as much as I love to flaunt myself, there are limits even to my narcissism.
So, quite literally, out of the blue, I announced to my family, “I’m going to start blogging.”
I had no idea what blogging was.
I had never even read a blog.
Writing has always been my first love.
So fast-forward in my mind to my blog exploding onto the scene.
My mind had me jet-setting all over the world for book signings, movie premieres, red carpet events.
So in May, 2010, through the help of Blogger.com, I started up an account, and away I went.
I had no idea what I was supposed to write about.
But I wrote.
I wrote about any thought that crossed my mind.
And then, I’d check my blog.
And wait for the comments.
Where were they?
Where was my fame?
Where was my fortune?
If it didn’t come quick, like in a month, I’d have to register for my nursing classes, and well, nursing would interfer with the red carpet events.
Then, one day, there it was, that first comment from Poppy over at Funny or Snot.
Of course, I clicked on her name, and imagine that, it brought me back to her blog.
And I read it.
And I loved it.
And I started reading the comments that people were leaving her.
And I clicked on their links.
And read their blogs.
And enjoyed several more.
Before I knew it, I was hopping all over the blogosphere, reading every blog I could.
Following every blog I could.
Because isn’t that what I was supposed to do?
Click on their “Follow Me” button? Show them that I’d been there and I’d liked them.
And quite frankly, wouldn’t they be happy that I was following them?
Because come on, when you see that number go up even by 1, it’s better than free stuff in the mail.
So off I would go, reading and following.
Reading and following.
I have my favourites that I keep up with.
I have my “circle of friends” that I read because their posts are like conversation.
I see other bloggers who have left comments here and there on other blogs; bloggers that I had followed a long time ago, and somehow in my travels, I’ve forgotten then. But then I see their nickname, the title of their blog receiving an award, and I’m like, “Oh right, I remember her, she’s the chick with the triplets!” And off I go to catch up on her life.
The problem is, though, I’m discovering that perhaps my method wasn’t the proper one.
Perhaps I wasn’t suppposed to gobble up all of these blogs.
Perhaps I was supposed to only read as many as I could faithfully read every single day until death do us part.
Because I received an email the other day from a blogger who said that she came to read me, and usually she doesn’t hit the “Follow Me” button unless she’s prepared to come back regularly.
‘Cause I hit the “Follow Me” button a lot. Like a lot.
I love it.
I feel like it’s a token of my affection.
Hey you! I came! I read! I laughed! Click!
Well, for those of you I’ve offended because I’ve only come by a couple of times, maybe even only that one time when I clicked “Follow Me” then never came back, I’m sorry.
But the blogging world is vast.
And I feel like our paths will meet over and over again, so I don’t feel this responsibility to read every single blog I’ve followed, before I’m allowed to move on to others.
Here’s the thing: if I’ve come to your blog, didn’t like you at all, I probably left quietly through the back door. You did not get your “Follow Me” button clicked.
But if I like you, I will “Follow You.”
It doesn’t mean you have to do it back to me.
Although, I won’t lie: I love it.
But I am now realizing that blogging is more complex than I had once thought it was.
And the funny thing is, despite all my dreams of fame and fortune, my favourite part of blogging is no longer composing the posts, but going off, and reading yours.
And when I discover a new blog, and I inevitably click the “Follow Me” button, it probably makes me happier than it does you.
So don’t be offended.
I’m trying to read as fast as I can.