In my daily jog through the blogs, I came across a blogger questioning the dynamics of blogging. She wonders why people blog if they have no commenters. Some people got a little pissy about the question, thinking she was downgrading the bloggers that have a small or non-existant audience. I didn't really take it that way. I understood the question to be more of a study of motives, something that has been on my mind for awhile now. Try to hang with me while I dissect my own opinion about Knitblogland, which is, as far as I can tell, located somewhere in Wisconsin.*
I starting blogging about a year and a half ago, on Blogger. I started my blog after reading the Harlot on a daily basis, then discovering Crazy Aunt Purl. I obsessively visited blogs that belonged to their commenters, and really, really wanted in on the community. To me community is about communication, so I was a little bummed that no one wanted to read me. No one wanted to comment to me. Then I got off the pity wagon and started to comment in places other than the uber-bloggers.
I got this nifty Typepad account because Blogger starting screwing up on pictures and posts. Those with Blogger can totally understand this. Once I made the switch, I immediately starting commenting on more and more blogs, hoping to catch someone's eye. It was a success if a post gained a comment; it was cause to celebrate if someone linked my site to their page. I wanted to gain communication and friends, and it was happening!
I joined Rhinebeck Bingo because I thought that would be an awesome way to make new friends. Once again, the little guy was being trounced by the uber-blogger. I actually had people in the crowd look me in the eye and walk away when I asked if they were on my bingo sheet. People would ask my name, mark an X on their sheet, and walk away. They didn't even say thank you or nice to meet you. It was a joke, and a humiliating joke at that. The crowds found the uber-bloggers, the ones who get hundreds of comments a day. Did anyone in that crowd understand they would have gained a lifelong reader and maybe a buddy if they had just let me know their name and used some manners? No, and they didn't care. They had bigger and better things to do. I have to confess, I was upset. I mean, couldn't just one person show some kindness? I'm not a cry-baby here! I tried to talk to these people! I tried to get into the clique!
I found myself curious about these uber-bloggers. They have so many comments! People crawl over themselves to get to shake their hand! How do they keep it personal? They don't. They can't possibly reply everyday to hundreds of comments via email. Once I realized how impersonal some of these sites were, I stopped worrying about becoming one of them. I may never have a catch. I may be just plain-jane, straight, quietly conservative, passively Protestant Krista who could never knit a sweater in a week, but I like the friends I've made. I like the fact that I am able to consider them friends. I can email them with questions, worries, congratulations, and praise. The few that I have are my buddies. I would always welcome more, but I'm happy with what I have. Love you guys! Thank you for being there!
* JOKE. Get it?