When I started blogging last June, I did it because I needed something to break up the monotony of my life. I had, and still have no real feelings about stats and feeds and followers and all that. I had no idea that you could or couldn’t make money off a blog, no idea that people give you awards and recognition, or even that conventions exist for blogging. Seriously, I knew NOTHING about blogging. I had no idea, because I didn’t care about any of it – I still don’t care about most of it. I saw the blog as an online diary FOR MYSELF, that my husband could read (and does), and for friendlies who wanted to read it.
Of course along the way, you encounter freaks who wouldn’t know you if they passed you on the street, who feel they have the right to criticize you like they know you. Those people suck. I will say I’m lucky in that I haven’t encountered much of that at all, especially to the degree that some bloggers have, but then again, I’m not the most controversial blogger. I always feel sorry for those people who feel the need to do that, clearly they are missing something from their exciting lives, but again, I won’t be losing sleeping either way.
Then comes that day when your family members discover your blog – boo. Regardless of whether they are supportive or not, it changes you as a blog writer I think. You all of a sudden have to think about every word you write, and how it may or may not affect them, and quite frankly there are so many childhood stories and memories that deserve respect and privacy — hence why I can’t write about many things that swirl around in my head. These things are nothing dramatic, or shocking, or even life-altering — but they belong to me and my family. I’m okay with that most days, and others, it is incredibly annoying that I have to filter like that.
Having said that, I’m lucky that the siblings that have read my blog, my younger sister, my older brother and my sister-in-law have been super supportive and have commented, and will send me emails or call me to tell me they liked a blog post. I do love that. They are my family – they know my sense of humour, and they can laugh along with me. The same goes for my husband – I blog about him often, and I often make fun of him, or pick on him – and the one thing I truly love about him is that he gets my sense of humour, and laughs right along with me. When I can get a honest to goodness hearty belly laugh out of him, I will admit, that it makes me feel like a superstar. The fact that he allows the silly stuff, and the digs to roll right off his back, just proves he’s my superstar too.
So to all those who are clearly beyond the spectrum of my husband, my immediate family, my friends and all the lovely people I have encountered through my blog and twitter (my friendlies) – if you’re reading my blog, and you take offense to something I’ve written, then you clearly don’t know me, and you clearly don’t understand my sense of humour. Perhaps you should be reading something other than my blog, that is nothing more than a chance for me to chitty chat with my people.
Now you know where I stand.