Thursday, February 5, 2009
Administrative Procedure for the Compulsively Worried Blogger
Disclaimer: I realize that in the grand scheme of things, the importance I occupy in your life is about the size of the period at the end of this sentence. But I know bloggers who do a fabulous job of both responding to the comments on their blogs and getting out there and reading and commenting on others' blogs. Dang if I know how they do it.
Anyway, I've learned that my job situation is going to change and I'm going to have far less time in my hands for blogging. I love the fact that you come here and comment. I know I've been incredibly spotty at responding to comments in the last couple of months. So now I guess I'm putting it to you. Please tell me:
Which is more gratifying to you?
a) Having me come to your blog, read it and leave comments
b) Having me respond to your comments here
Just writing this question seems so silly, but you've already figured out that I'm a shameless people pleaser and, more than anything else, I want you to love me. Or at least not hate me.
So I want to know - if I have to choose between activities, which would you prefer? Feedback on what you say to me here or feedback on what you say at your place? Sadly, most days I'm not able to do both.
I keep trying to figure out how to add more hours to the day. So far, nothing. The Shiftless Spawn continue their endless, selfish campaign for food and clean clothing. The lawyer still hasn't found a way for me to legally auction them off. The Pussies for Peace still refuse to pick up the slack, even though I've upped their canned food allowance to two teaspoons per day. And MathMan? Well, what can I say? He's fabulous and has made great strides since the Days of Fury, but he doesn't have enough hours in his day either. Or so he says. Something about students, administrators and an upcoming baseball season.....
So here I am. A pleading mess of goo, begging you to tell me what to do. It's pathetic, isn't it? Perhaps if I cared less what you thought, our relationship would be healthier. Maybe if I didn't answer the siren song of your every rss feed, feel the tug of every email telling me you've left me another sumptuously witty comment, I wouldn't be on my knees before you now, hoping for some clue, some crumb of knowledge about how to keep you not happy - but the happiest.
You see right through this, don't you? You know that I want you to make it easy for me, so I don't have to feel guilty when I open the emails with your comments, greedily drinking in your wisdom, love and humor, knowing full well I don't intend to go back and attempt to respond because the chocolate supply is running low and I haven't played Rock Band in days!!!!
Please advise. Thank you.