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I write a post. Sometimes I’m leaking pride out my ears because I love this post so much. Sometimes it is just an average post wrapped neatly in satisfaction. (I try to avoid posting things I’m displeased with. I’m guessing that is a dismal blogger move.)
6 AM arrives the day of, the post goes live, and then comes the waiting.
Waiting waiting waiting waiting waiting waiting waiting waiting waiting.
Because someone might comment on it. And when someone comments on it, it might be someone cool. And by “someone cool,” I mean someone from “that crowd,” the crowd that is cool and awesome and I wish I could be friends with that crowd because then I would be a cool blogger too.
I wait for those people to comment.
I mean, I don’t sit around staring at my inbox all day waiting for comments. That would be an exaggeration. I am in college. I have other blog posts to write. I am trying to edit a novel. Plus my parents ask me to do chores sometimes. Other times I drive to the library.
When gauging the success of my posts, I spend too much time placing benchmarks on who comments, not how many there are or the quality of those posted. And upon reflection, that doesn’t seem okay to me. It is another dismal blogger move.
In the first place, it suggests that some bloggers are more valuable than others. And while I think it’s fair to say that some comments are more valuable than others and some opinions are more valuable than others, there are not people who are more valuable than others. Thinking that the presence of some people is going to make or break a blog post is stupid—this is the blookunity. If the Duchess of Highhurst doesn’t make it to the party, my reputation shall not suffer.
But not only is this idea a covert way of putting other bloggers down. It is a covert way of putting myself down.
Why aren’t I one of those bloggers? How can I truly value my blog and the work I put into it if I don’t consider it just as worthwhile as every other blog I read? Sure, I have some fixing-up to do—but if I deny my potential entirely, what exactly am I doing here? Commenters are valuable people, but bloggers are valuable people, too. Even if that blogger is me.
My own pride in my work should be a benchmark in the mix. Of course, part of that pride comes from being able to connect with my audience and post things that others will enjoy, but whether a certain person from a certain crowd comments, it shouldn’t matter.
(What is a crowd, anyway? I’ll always associate Pirates of Penzance, Dances with Wolves, and The Princess Bride with one another because they sit on the same shelf in my house, but I bet you don’t. Whoever I consider to be in the cool crowd may not believe they belong to any crowd at all!)
This could just be me. I could just be worrying about something or other from the recesses of my own mind. But even if it is, I like this post the way I wrote it. Likewise, I know I’ll enjoy the conversations I have because of this post, because they’ll all be cool in their own right.
That is all.