Is this thing on? Hello?
So, it’s been a while since I’ve posted here. I’ve been thinking a lot about blogging and my reasons for continuing to do this 6 years after I first started. I just haven’t been able to translate those thoughts into The Written Word. I hate admitting that I have feelings about blogging. But I do. And you do too. We all do. It’s just kind of lame to talk about those feelings. Or maybe it’s only lame when I talk about them because I am, generally speaking, kind of lame.
A couple of weeks ago I had a conversation with my daughter that I never wanted to forget, so I posted the conversation word for word.
The post was submitted to stumbleup*n and without warning, there were 10,000 strangers reading that entry, every day for an entire week. I have never in the history of my blog had that kind of traffic. Not even close. And to be honest with you, I do not want that kind of traffic. It brings out the Scary People. I was completely freaked out by the number of people visiting my blog, but tried not to pay too much attention to it.
But then, people started shitting all over the post and my blog, saying things like “you should have your daughters ass checked for worms.” And “Your Grandpa sux, I’m glad he died and happy for your loss!” and my favorite “go to hell!” (because my post wasn’t funny. Keep in mind, it was a real life conversation that I had with my four year old daughter, NOT a script for a sit com.)
I’m no stranger to Asshole Comments. I understand the internet is not always a nice place. You should see the comments that I get here from time to time. (The most recent one on my anniversary post from a mom of 2 in Alabama who said “The reason you two are still together is because you are too fat and he is too ugly to find someone else….eat the dip and have a nice day!”)
(Excuse me for a minute while I address Christine personally since she won’t answer my emails to her fake email address: What is your problem with bean dip? You bring it up in almost every comment, it’s like you hate it or something. You can insult me all you want, but LEAVE THE DIP ALONE. What did the dip ever do to you, man? P.S. Have a nice day too!)
I know the internet isn’t always a peace, love and Jesus loves you kind of place and I am mostly fine with it. But the level of hatred that I experienced over an innocent conversation was a bit overwhelming.
There really isn’t a point in writing about this. I think I just needed to write it out so that I can try to move on from the crazy experience and continue doing what I love to do…Write stories about my life so that I never forget.
Because I love my life, as simple and ordinary as it is. I really, truly do.
Is this thing on? Hello?