Sometimes I get a little freaked out when I find out who exactly reads my blog. Now don’t get me wrong, it’s a welcomed boost to my ego when I get comments and whatnot about my little ponderings and musings about life, but once in a while I’ll meet up with someone that recites verbatim something I’ve written and I have to stop and say “whoa”. Then I feel a little bit of pressure to come up with something even more witty or inspiring than previous entries and then it happens.
Brain freeze. Creative Seize. Help me, help me, please.
Do a little dance, make a little love, get down tonight.
I know that there’s a few people the read my blog on a daily basis. And I think that’s great. I don’t know who you are, but your little IP address pops up on my monthly report that gets e-mailed to me and I hope that you enjoy my little missives. But then someone (we’ll call her Maude) has to chime in, “say something nice about (so and so) in your blog, they love it so much.”
I just can’t do that.
It throws my chi and my creative flow in an awkward direction and then I don’t know what to write about. You see, if I’m going to do homework of sorts, I want it handed to me on purple ditto paper so that I can get high from the fumes. It’s not that I don’t like so and so or whatever, it’s just that my blog is a form of my creative expression and I can’t use it to do “shout outs”. I had enough of that back in my radio days.
“Justin says nighty-night to Amber and hopes you’ll go steady with him after lunch tomorrow.”
Yes folks, I had to say things like that on the radio on a nightly basis. It was vomit inducing. I hated that more than having to say “Thank you for shopping at Wonderful Hills” to every customer back when I was working as a cashier. Hills was a fine department store, but I can’t think of one person that could say “Wonderful Hills” with a straight face.
So if you enjoy my blog, I’m happy. If you have something to say, by all means say it. And if you want to acknowledge that you read my blog when you meet me or see me, just say “Thank you for shopping at Hills.”
One of your “daily readers” here, a fellow roadgeek, a bankrupt department store chain fan, and former Central New Yorker transplanted to the Hudson Valley. I get a good chuckle out of your blog every now and then, and must find it pretty entertaining to keep coming back for more (ha ha).
Face it, everyone looks when they drive past the big fender bender on the highway. Guess the same instinct kicks in when someone decides to tell it like it is and doesn’t sugar-coat it. Screw being nice, say what’s really on your mind, and to hell with them if they don’t like it. You are who you are, and who are they to tell you any different.
Keep those wheels on the pavement, and keep telling it like it is.