Dearest sweetest Hearts, let’s hope it’ll all come out in the wash.
Reading blogs is bringing out the worst in me. The critic. The swine that will not be silenced. Do you have any idea how hard I work at not pressing send after having composed that which will tear into a blogger’s heart and soul, more importantly his copy? Come to think of it: Those I do tear into should count themselves lucky. Clearly a sign that I think them made of sturdy stuff; deserving. Anyone can sniffle.
Still, whatever I say, however I justify it, my being so critical is a deplorable trait. Correction: It’s great. Because it gives me so much pleasure to pick everything apart at its seams. What is at odds – a spot of self revelation here – that I am a truly “nice” (pass me the sick bag) person, kind, compassionate, considerate, generous, selfless to a fault – yes, really, Sweethearts, and take it from me: There is nothing wrong with blowing your own trumpet. Mind you, to keep this in perspective, I have been told, many a time, that it’s virtually impossible to pay me a compliment since I just brush it aside. You pay me a compliment? The only person who can validate me is myself. Thank you very much.
It’s why I hate people fishing. Oh god. The coquettish on the internet. They will put themselves down. What am I supposed to do – should I be so inclined as to comment? Build them up? Well, stay down there if you must. I am not your analyst or your mother. It’s one of the reasons I cannot understand (yes, I know, Magpie, you are one of them) why anyone will choose a theme for their blog stating “Just another blog”. Come again? If it’s “just” another blog why bother? Bring yourself to market.
Since I am at it, may I also say that there is a way of self deprecating which is foul. Was interrupted here. Have now forgotten what’s foul. But that’s Denmark for you. Then there are those who preen in desperate attempt to be validated. It’s ok, guys and guyesses. Relax. You are fine. Less is more. More or less. Just like real life what an education the blogging world is: I am clearly attracted to those who know their self worth, know where they stand. No nonsense for them.
And lastly a word of advice to those of you who desperately, almost to point of death, keep pointing out your “copyright”: Either share yourself or keep hugging your babies to your chest. Don’t take yourself so seriously. Don’t lay down the law every single time you publish. Do you really think the world is out there to steal whatever you have created?
There are blogs I could and will name which have grace, share themselves freely and generously: Whether it’s their art work, their copy, their feelings, their imagination. I am not given to gushing however would like to say to some of you: Thanks for enriching my life. Wish I could cook for all of you. Will paint my own picture of said party (in words) another time. Pass me a Bloody Mary now. No, make that a Martini, two olives. One shaken, one stirred.