Dangers of Blogging

I think blogging is starting to rot my brain or something. Here I am, a Flappy Bird again on the Blog Ecosystem (at least, I was when I checked earlier tonight, well, now technically, yesterday) and am I satisfied? Nooooooo.... Cuz I'm not feeling the love. One stupid little Frappr map thingie with only 10 people signed up (I'm the 11th) and I have more than that many subs for this blog in Bloglines. Sheesh.

You don't want to reveal where you live? Hell, I already get map stats, so I don't care about specifics. Use a neighboring zip code.

The annoying thing is that I've seen other bloggers whine about being unloved. No one comments. No one answers their polls. No one links to them. Their counter would never go up if not for Blogger's Next button or surfing on a site like Blog Explosion. And I've felt sorry for them. I try to leave a comment. I answer their polls if I have an opinion on the question, and I add a link to them if I find their blogs in any way entertaining or of interest to me. But I feel a bit sorry for them, because they're trying so hard and want to feel the love so much. And I think, not me. No, nope, nada, zilch, bupkiss. I'll never be that way. I have some pride. I'm a mature adult. I don't worry about blog popularity. I have my little readership and that's sufficient.

Except now, here I am driving myself nuts with this silly Frappr map thingie. And yes, I'll take some cheese with my whine, to use a joke already old enough to be a cliche.

I think it's time to crawl into bed and tug the covers up high to protect myself from blogging boogeymen.

Feeling: Hey, any excuse to try out this new mood icon. heh

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