What I meant, the other day, by “disappointed”…
I’m not even sure where to begin.
I keep having to remind myself that I didn’t originally get into blogging (or reviewing) to make friends.
People who generally don’t give two shits about me (Had, in fact, removed me from their blogrolls and/or unfollowed me on twitter long before the EF drama. I told you I pay attention. I’m just shy. And it’s not like you went out of your way to talk to me, either.) are all up in my Kool-Aid because I’m talking about something high on the drama meter. And at first, I was all, “Whoa! I might get to be part of the sex-blogging-cool-kids-club after all!” But now I’m sort of like, “Whoa… I’m not sure the cool-kids are the cool-kids, after all.” And I’m trying to remember why I was so hell-bent on fitting in.
I mean, yeah, sometimes it bothers me that I’m not the first person people run to when they have exciting news. I get bummed out that I don’t have a shit-ton of friends like so many bloggers seem to. I get fidgety over the fact that either I suck so much no one wants to approach me, or I’ve done such a good job of fostering this unapproachable front that people are scared to approach me. Read more…