I don't know if it's just me, but sometimes a random comment from a random person on my blog just makes my day.
I am pretty easy to please- and what girl doesn't like a compliment? I do not know where I originally heard the advice, but someone once told me that when a person pays you a compliment, you don't undermine it by saying oh this old thing? or you don't think the pancakes are overcooked?, you thank them and and smile. It's called graciousness.
Since the number of blogs I read seems to increase by the day, I don't always have time or feel the need to comment. I'm there, reading of course, but I don't give my two cents everyday. I admire people who write everyday, but oftentimes I cannot get my thoughts together/insert excuse/I don't feel like I have anything to say at that particular point in time.
I originally started blogging so that friends and family in Texas would be able to read about my life in New York, but now I write because it is a release for me. It is a great way for me to organize my thoughts and to express how I'm feeling. What you see here is not the extent of my prose, either. I may not be the one who knows what to say when a tragedy occurs or when feelings have been hurt, but I can usually write it out. It's therapeutic. When I'm not writing to you, dear Internet, I am old-school with a pen and paper. If something is frustrating me or occupying my thoughts, I'll start scribbling.
This blog isn't totally anonymous- I have friends and family who read this and then there is the question mark. Those of you I don't know, who have ended up here one way or another. It is strange to think that I read the blogs of people I do not know and who I've never met, and yet I feel compelled to keep up with their daily lives. It is even stranger to think that there are people out in the world who do the same with me.
It is one thing to get an email from say, my mother, about a post (which is sweet- love you mom!) and it's a completely different thing to read a comment or an email from someone who is responding solely to your words- who does not know you personally in the face-to-face sense, but who has found a connection with your thoughts on a page.
I am officially rambling, and I know I do not speak for all bloggers- but just know that your thoughts don't go unread or unappreciated either.
And if you have ever made my day, then thank you (smile).
"Words, once they are printed, have a life of their own."