Hiiiii everybody! Been away for a week, but I’m back and I’ve got some blogging juices pumping in me! I decided to intentionally leave the blog for a while, since I entered that phase which I almost always enter when I get overly excited about something (translation – hysterical). I’ve written about the blog burnout phase before, but this time I want to concentrate on another topic: blog commenting.
I am usually notorious for my half-ass approach towards life. I can safely be the Goddess of procrastination and minimal effort. People would offer me sacrifices of dodgy Power Point presentations, unfinished work schedules, and prematurely terminated New Year’s resolutions.
Sometimes though I immerse myself into something so much, I strive for perfection in every aspect, draining all my mental energy in the process. This, sooner or later, always leads to the same old picture – me fed up with everything, lying on the couch refusing to take a bath, surviving on documentaries about WWI.
Blogging is one of those double-edged swords in which I invest my 100% in. Blogging makes me extremely happy but sometimes extremely exhausted, craving for a few relaxing days of being a Phylum Porifera aka sponge!
My need to be a sponge, pushed me into the decision to leave the blog behind for a while, and not just posting, but commenting and reading other blogs as well. And every freaking time I do this, there is a huge decline in comments on my blog. This made me remember a post
from a lovely lady named Jazzy Jack, in which she explained how daunting it is to have to comment and read so many blogs and the pressure of having to pay attention to all your blog friends and not being selfish.
The word selfish clung to my almost extinct brain cells. Why would
I feel selfish for wanting to have a life and do stupid shit like arranging a damn ikebana or knitting Christmas socks? (this equals to life for me). But the fact is I do feel selfish when I don’t comment and read other blogs, it’s like I’m some kind of a special brand of jam that likes the sound of its own voice and spends days writing incoherent posts, without paying attention to what all the other jars of mediocre jam have to say.
And not only that, but the lack of comments on my blog, makes me think there is a symbiosis going on, which sums up to – “You comment on my blog or I’m not doing shit for ya!” The less attention you pay to others, the less they pay to you.
I’d like to think my posts are fancy enough for people to read, and even if I don’t socialize constantly, people would still come and visit. Some smart-ass would say: “What’s the big deal, they’re just stupid comments!”
. But comments are important, you get feedback and acknowledgment, you know your hard work paid off, people are engaged, they answer your questions or give their opinions on whatever topic. When you have comments, you are 100% certain someone out there read your stupid post on 10 reasons why fried potatoes are the shit!
But when no one wrote to you, you are left guessing. Does the world know about your love for potatoes? Not sure.
Perhaps there are tons of people who read your post, who lurk in the shadows drinking iced latte under the air conditioner, not touching the keyboard because it’s too sticky from the heat, but you can’t know for certain, you are left guessing!
Many times I am left guessing, many times I get comments like “Nice Post”, “Wow, great outfit”
and you know the type – “OMG so pretty”
etc. I might as well write about my dead goldfish and people would still write “Follow me XOXO”
. Well shit, I’m kind of angry by that, and I’m kind of angry that there is this pressure to constantly keep updated with blogs you’re following or you might get left behind and alone.
Most of the time I love reading blogs, I like to read through every post from top to bottom, I like to know what’s going on in the person’s head, and leave a comment to let them know I read and care about their piece of mind. I only follow blogs I love, and since I usually don’t have a life, I enjoy browsing them and drooling over their pretty photos thinking mine suck! The self criticism is strong with this one…
But sometimes…well, sometimes I don’t feel like reading all the 200 blogs I’m following, sometimes I want to look at Geralt gather herbs for 3 hours, or watch Bold & The Beautiful. Sometimes I have the energy and time to write a dumb post like this one, without paying attention to my blog friends, and I shouldn’t feel selfish about it.
With that said, don’t think you’ll get rid of me that easily. I’m all energized and shit, had almost two weeks away from the blog world, and already itching to stalk and annoy you with my presence! @_@ Brace yourselves!
Gonna leave just a few words for this outfit, since this post is already Game of Thrones long! I bought these rad black jeans with metal clippings from a second hand store and been wondering how to style them unboringly! Unboringly is a new word, yes! I just thought of it!
So, thought about adding a little feminine touch and layered a tulle top underneath a cropped black tee. Finally was able to wear my Witcher wolf medallion I mentioned in my June favorites post
, oh boy, oh boy, oh boy! ^_^
I unintentionally went a little overboard with the colors – orange eyeliner, red lipstick and turquoise nails…Also just realized I’m wearing the tulle top inside out, but I’m gonna leave it at that and pretend these are just the effects I was aiming for – crazy colors and out of the box styling, yup!
Black jeans, Tulle Top and Clutch – Second Hand, Cropped Top – ASOS, Wolf Necklace – The Witcher 3 Collector’s Edition.