December 20, 2005

On Irony

Some days, the very thing that I love about blogging is the one thing I hate. What brings a smile to my face and a little boost to my ego most of the time, on a different day, can leave me slightly resentful with a dash of bitter taste in my mouth.

People read me. I have regular readers. My site meter continues to climb.

I have no idea who most of these people are. I have no idea why they come here to read about my battles through grad school and the drama of being mid-20's. The majority of readers I will never know or meet and some of them I already do.

People think I'm interesting. I contribute something to someone else's life. Maybe I make them smile too.

I come here to share my happiness and hope it spreads, to be whimsical in ways my real life cannot afford, to connect with others in the world that I may never otherwise know. I write here to spend a few moments wallowing in my disappointments before I put them away, to spew my pain before it breaks me under its weight, to vent my anger before it eats me alive.

But, dammit, people read me ... and I cannot find peace at their expense ...

Posted by Princess Cat at December 20, 2005 10:58 PM @ 10:58 PM in Bloggy Stuff // Permalink | TrackBack
Comments

People didn't come here and stay here just because you cater to them. They come here and stay here because they like what you choose to right. So....write what you choose to write. Write what you want. Write for you, not for your audience. Otherwise it becomes a job. A non-paying job.

Most of all, remember that free advice is worth every cent! ;-)

Posted by: zonker at December 21, 2005 05:21 PM

I come here not because you're my blog-sis, nor do you provide me with some amazing insight, but because I figure chicks dig a guy who reads.

Especially a guy who reads chicks.

(was that offensive enough for you?)

There... so your sitemeter is climbing, huh? Lucky lady.

Posted by: RSM at December 23, 2005 09:58 AM

The good thing about posting "vents" is that someone might read it and think, "Wow... I thought I was the only one. I don't feel alone any more."

Nothing wrong with venting.

Posted by: Harvey at December 26, 2005 09:05 PM