Tickled Pink

When I started blogging last year, it was primarily to keep a journal of things I was interested in. Looking over the last 15 months, I have covered a lot of ground on a variety of subjects. As Rush Limbaugh says on Fridays, “During the week we talk about what interests me but on Fridays I open the phones to what you, the listener, want to talk about.” I do not have open line Friday because this blog is what I want to make of it. However, a reader of any article can leave comments, if they are so inclined. I finally received a comment on something I wrote and am really digging the experience.

I know that I do not have many visitors to this site. I keep track of who looks at it and for the most part, it is me and a few close friends. If I was doing this to get my 15 minutes of fame, I certainly am going about it the wrong way. I used to think that being famous was the end all. Maturity shows you that it is a long and difficult road that leaves most of the participants unhappy and disgusted. You are never left alone. The cameras flashing in your face and the fans constantly thinking that you have enough time for them. Not to mention stalkers. Fame is for those who have a big enough ego to manage that sort of adoration. I realized that I do not.

So, I received a comment on one of my entries from someone I did not know. It was a negative comment about how I did not really know what I was talking about. The way the comment was written told me I struck a nerve and that although I was not truly vested in the article, I was probably correct in my assumptions. If the person who wrote the comment ever comes back and reads anything else, thank you for making my day. To know that you have touched someone else is part of the sharing that goes along with on-line publishing. So….


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