![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
"Well," he said, "I'm back."
Jun. 29th, 2012 12:20 pm Torn between being informative, friendly, and passive-aggressively snarky. So let's do all three!
I had a great trip. I love my in-laws, it was great to spend time with them. Lots of fun vacation things to report and blog about. Lots of new media consumed for me to review. Writing was not nearly as productive as I hoped, but more productive than I bare-minimum needed, and I think I have some momentum back, which is good.
I didn't miss LJ. Which is weird to me, because I always miss the blogosphere when I leave it. Right now, catching up on re-reading, I had to go to skip=510. I may never have had so many tabs full of interesting things left open as I doi right this moment. But I kept in touch with a few friends who are usually online friends via text, I checked my email, I even made a couple posts while I was gone... but I didn't miss this place.
Figuring out why was not that hard when I came back and looked at the post I made, just before travelling, where I explicitly requested people to comment while I was gone.
One person did.
It's always a struggle for me to figure out whether I am blogging for myself or my audience. I value blogging because of the connection it provides with others, because it's a way of sharing myself. But at the same time, the more I talk about things which interest me, the less reply I get. Year after year this becomes truer and truer. The more posts I make, the fewer TOTAL comments I get. Not fewer per post, bu fewer overall. Familiarity breeds contempt? I dunno. But it's not that I'm over-blogging, really. I thought for a while it might be that my old, less frequent posts were more concentrated and full of interesting material as a result. Then I went and read my old posts. Nope. So I'm having kind of a "Are you not entertained?" moment right now. I want to talk about myself. I'm not likely to give up blogging.
But it's hard to give a shit about it when nobody else does.
Please don't comment with an apology for not commenting. If you didn't feel like commenting, you didn't. As the content provider for this blog, that's on me, not on you. I don't feel like anyone is doing anything wrong, I'm not mad at you for not having anything to say. If you have a comment you want to make about this which isn't an apology for an imagined lack on your part I do not believe exists, cool, but you've got nothing to apologize to me for and that's what my bitching posts always generate. Lots of apologies, but no real interest.
Despite the tone of the above, I'm actually quite happy, I'm having a great day, I am intellectually engaged with the world around me, as put before me by a friendlist that I do, in fact, know is both gracious and caring. No I'm not being facetious or sarcastic there. I love you guys, and I know that most of you who I love find me likeable and entertaining, and I genuinely feel that you are good to me.
Right. Got about a hundred tabs to read. Back later with more.
I had a great trip. I love my in-laws, it was great to spend time with them. Lots of fun vacation things to report and blog about. Lots of new media consumed for me to review. Writing was not nearly as productive as I hoped, but more productive than I bare-minimum needed, and I think I have some momentum back, which is good.
I didn't miss LJ. Which is weird to me, because I always miss the blogosphere when I leave it. Right now, catching up on re-reading, I had to go to skip=510. I may never have had so many tabs full of interesting things left open as I doi right this moment. But I kept in touch with a few friends who are usually online friends via text, I checked my email, I even made a couple posts while I was gone... but I didn't miss this place.
Figuring out why was not that hard when I came back and looked at the post I made, just before travelling, where I explicitly requested people to comment while I was gone.
One person did.
It's always a struggle for me to figure out whether I am blogging for myself or my audience. I value blogging because of the connection it provides with others, because it's a way of sharing myself. But at the same time, the more I talk about things which interest me, the less reply I get. Year after year this becomes truer and truer. The more posts I make, the fewer TOTAL comments I get. Not fewer per post, bu fewer overall. Familiarity breeds contempt? I dunno. But it's not that I'm over-blogging, really. I thought for a while it might be that my old, less frequent posts were more concentrated and full of interesting material as a result. Then I went and read my old posts. Nope. So I'm having kind of a "Are you not entertained?" moment right now. I want to talk about myself. I'm not likely to give up blogging.
But it's hard to give a shit about it when nobody else does.
Please don't comment with an apology for not commenting. If you didn't feel like commenting, you didn't. As the content provider for this blog, that's on me, not on you. I don't feel like anyone is doing anything wrong, I'm not mad at you for not having anything to say. If you have a comment you want to make about this which isn't an apology for an imagined lack on your part I do not believe exists, cool, but you've got nothing to apologize to me for and that's what my bitching posts always generate. Lots of apologies, but no real interest.
Despite the tone of the above, I'm actually quite happy, I'm having a great day, I am intellectually engaged with the world around me, as put before me by a friendlist that I do, in fact, know is both gracious and caring. No I'm not being facetious or sarcastic there. I love you guys, and I know that most of you who I love find me likeable and entertaining, and I genuinely feel that you are good to me.
Right. Got about a hundred tabs to read. Back later with more.
