I Got Nothin’ – But I Am Grateful

10 05 2011

Hello Blog Friends, it is I, the constant commenter.  The one who never leaves a good post uncommented on.  Long rambling comments about me, myself and I, attempts to be light-hearted, funny or even serious and supportive.  Words that come from my heart that I hope-to-God Bl0gger won’t just gobble up and refuse to spit back out.

And now, I seem to have hit a dry spell.  It is like I am at a party and very engaged in a conversation but for once I don’t want to jump in and have my say.  I actually just want to absorb.  (This would probably be unnerving at a party. You would probably need to walk away and get another drink, find a friend and say, “Hey, did you meet that Semi-Feral woman?  What’s her problem?”)  But in the blogosphere, I guess it is simply lurking.  It just feels odd.  I lurked for a looonnnnggg time.  Then I became a constant commenter.  To return to lurking, even though I am sure it is temporary, it just feels strange.

You are posting about important stuff – teaching our kids about race, how to handle challenges, what it means to be a perfectionist and how one little comment from someone can set us in a tailspin.  Those of you waiting, I ache for you.  And I am grateful that you share your feelings.  I hope it helps you.  I know it helps other PAPs.

And I want to tell you all, “Yes!”, and “Thanks”, and “Word”, and “Be kind to yourself”, and “You inspire me.”  But when I put fingers to keyboard all I get is drivel.  I erase the drivel and start over.  What comes out is blather.  I usually try one more time and get trite or worse trying-to-be-funny-and-failing.  So I do Bl0gger’s job and simply delete the comment.

On the other hand, Hello New Readers.

Thank you for being here.  You move my stat counter and make me happy.

The other day PJ wanted to see what I was doing on my computer.  (I am sure she was hoping to see pictures of herself.)  I showed her my stat counter and explained it a little.  I recently had a large spike (thanks, hotflawedmama) that makes all my other daily stats look extra pathetic.  PJ looked at my bar graph and said, “Oh, poor little lines.  That is sad.”  How?  How does she know they are sad to me?

I love my internet world.  And these days I even love my real world.  Yes, after 12-months it feels like I finally got a real life.  But my virtual life is also very real.  And I am grateful (pathetic little bar graph or not).

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5 responses

10 05 2011
leigh

Word.

10 05 2011
mindy

I’m thankful that I found your blog. I have been reading- and trying to comment whenever time allows. It’s sometimes good to take a break from blogging, though. And commenting, I suppose. 🙂

10 05 2011
Shonda

Four words … SNAP OUT OF IT. My blog’s self confidence is suffering here.

I feel you though. Sometimes I type out a comment, meaning to be funny with just a hint of sarcasm but then just cringe afterwards because I’m afraid it would sound snarky and rude to someone who doesn’t know me really well. I always think your comments are funny or insight though, sometimes both. So, I repeat, snap out of it!

11 05 2011
claudia

For what it’s worth, I have a particular and special love for your comments. And I’m not alone – when I was going back through a billion old posts, I re-read a lot of old comments and by far the most oft-repeated comment was: ‘Semi-Feral-Mama is so funny!’

Which is true. And I’ve gotta say, the last comment you left me was particularly wise and compassionate and it actually made me tear up a bit. Srsly.

But you’ve got a lot going on at the moment. I figure you’re allowed to have a dry spell.

Just make sure it’s short!

11 05 2011
Tesi

Amen to all my other ladies above me. And “you’re welcome”. 🙂 I’m happy if some of my readers fell in love with you. It’s easy to do!

Come back to us! 😉

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