I was checking my email when I saw the following message with the subject line: Absolutely Narcissism.com.
At first, I was like, “Ok! Here we go! Fame at last!”
However, the message read::
Huh? Are you for real, eh? This site is nothing but a bunch of babble? What’s your point? Oh, there isn’t any. Surely you have better things to do with your time.
Now I’m sure the object of the message was to make me feel badly.
But clearly, if the sender had bothered to read a few of my posts, he -yes it was a he- would have quickly discovered that my ego is such that this kind of attention would only serve to further morph it into an entity of monster proportions.
Because really, if he felt that my content was really just a bunch of babble and here we have the token alliteration he could have said so on the comments in my blog.
Instead though, Mr.What’s-Your-Point took the time to backtrack to my profile page in order to get my email address, went to his email account, and composed a message especially for me.
Just for me.
Awwwwww…I’m warm and fuzzy now.
I’m pretty sure this means I’m famous too.
Because I know that when I stumble upon a blog that I find uninteresting or unworthy of feedback, I simply close out.
Taking the time to compose an email telling said blogger that I found his/her material uninspired and boring would take away from my time reading bloggers that I do enjoy.
However, in response to the concerned, kind sir’s question about whether or not I have better things to do, let me just say this:
At the end of the day, after…
…caught up on my favourite blogs
…and worked out for an hour
…quite frankly, no. No, I don’t have better things to do with my time.
And as a result of the fact that, according to this gentleman’s opinion, I have no life, people who actually take the time to send this kind of message to me…to my very own email address, only serve to give me further inspiration and fodder.
So thank you Mr.What’s-Your-Point, because before reading your email, I had absolutely no idea what to write about for my next post.
I would have been reduced to reposting pictures of my husband scratching his butt.