I don’t post as often as I should, or even as often as I like. I’m frequently too scared to comment on other people’s blogs because I feel like I’m not “cool enough.” Sometimes I agonize for hours, or even days, on how a certain post “sounds” because I don’t want to come off the wrong way.
But the thing is? I love blogging. I love keeping a “journal” about my life, only one that’s open to the public and not one I keep hidden under the maxi-pad box in the bathroom (the only place my brothers were too freaked out to search for torturing fodder). I love reading blogs. When I’ve gone a few days without reading my favorite blogs, I devour them like a high school boy eats after football practice.
The past few days, I’ve been obsessively reading finslippy, checking to see if Alice has written anything else about her recent miscarriage struggles. It’s not (I hope) a creepy stalker thing. It’s more of a “Oh my God, someone else gets this feeling” thing. Which is simultaneously wonderful and horrible. What she wrote today, about people saying the wrong thing, no matter what their intentions, is like verbatim from my brain. I know people don’t mean to be unkind, or to make me feel worse, but saying something like “it’s all for the best,” or, “you’ll have more babies,” or, “now you can have one you want,” only serves to bring out a rage that threatens to swallow me whole.
So it’s nice to know I’m not the only one who feels this way. I try telling myself these things (well, save for the last one, because, dude, come one, that’s NEVER a good thing to say), in hopes of keeping myself sane (sometimes it actually helps, too…shocker!), but I don’t want anyone else to say them. Ever.
And that’s probably one of the greatest things about this blogging generation we’re in. It’s so easy to find a community. To find an ally in a bad situation. To read someone else’s story and know that you’re not alone. Not really, anyway. And that makes it so worth the effort and time of trying to think of something to write about on a semi regular basis.
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I think everyone loves comments. Sometimes I feel the same way though like I shouldn’t because I’m not cool enough. I think you are plenty cool though
I’m really glad I started blogging. I’ve “met” some great people through it and found a great community.
The community helps so much sometimes. Under the guise of anonymity, we can talk about all those demons you’re not supposed to discuss in “polite” company, and find out that, hey, he’s thought about hitting people with shovels too, and wow, she’s considered suicide after getting an overdraft notice, just like me.
We are not as alone as we think we are.
And wait, you’ve been holding out on The West Wing?? Holy God, woman! Watch! Watch!
(Really, the first two seasons are the best. The rest have their moments, but most of the writers had moved on for those, but the first two seasons… I still think the season 2 finale is one of the best episodes of television I’ve ever seen. Not that I have any opinions on this.)
Don’t worry about being “cool enough.” Because really, in the web world, there are so many bloggers that even the “cool” ones are anonymous in a way. Does “cool” even exist in the blogosphere? Just keep doing what you’re doing.
Robin - I KNOW!! I’m only 3 episodes in and it’s amazing, gigantic cell phones and late 90’s hairstyles included!!!
Jamie and Angela - Thanks for that. Great thoughts on the whole “cool” thing when blogging. I gotta just forget those lame jr. hi scars and embrace my inner geek. And then write about it.