On my blog yesterday, I was obviously rather depressed and needed to let some emotional stuff out.
When I read that post this morning, I thought about how much of myself I have revealed in my writings.
That thought led me to wonder what it would be like to meet someone who reads or follows my blog.
What we would have to talk about?
The conversation might go something like this:
me: "Hi, I'm LyndaGrace."
Follower: "I know, I recognize you from your profile picture."
me: "You know I have been through a very difficult time lately..."
Follower: "I know."
me: "Did you know that I when I was 20 years old I was in a motorcycle accident.."
Follower: "Yes, I believe I read that somewhere." Let see, wasn't that the June 27, 2011 post titled Harum-Scarum.
me: "Oh..."
me: "Did you happen to catch that one post when I went on and on about rising gas price rantings?"
Follower: "Yes, yes, I did and as I said in my comment to that post..."
me: "Oh...So, yesterday, Ross and I went..."
Follower: "Yeah, yeah, I know you both got new iPhones."
me: "So, do you have any questions that you would like to ask? Anything you want to know about me?"
Follower: "No, not really. I think I pretty much know all there is to know."
me: "So what did you say your name was?
Actually as a shy, introvert, (I know, you know) this would be the perfect scenario for me. It would allow me to be me, the one who would rather listen, than talk. We could spend hours getting to know you.
Oh, and one more thing would you believe that this introvert posted this in July of last year?
The funny thing is, well maybe more creepy than funny, it seems to get the most interest, particularly from readers outside of the USA.
I am pretty positive that I would not want to meet anyone who has seen that one.
Listen, I am home for 20 minutes at lunchtime but this post is wonderful -- and yes, I went to the bathing suit post - AWESOME!
ReplyDeleteI have more to say but work is yelling at me - WE WANT YOU BACK HERE NOW - so I have to go but I loved this! YOu make me want to be a better writer!
I read the piece on the motorcycle disaster. Whew. I have only ridden a motorcycle once in my life, and that was on the sand in Baja, California. I don't like them. That being said, I do own a quad, which is very powerful and goes very fast. At least it could do those things. I use it exclusively to travel around when the snow gets too deep to drive or walk, and I use it to transport firewood. Since I use it primarily off-road, I only have to avoid doing what I did last March, and that is flip that baby going up a hill, with too much firewood, in the snow. It came back down on top of me, leaving all of me in a world of hurt, except my head, which was encased in a [now-dented] helmet. Someone was shining a powerful spotlight on me that day, through the non-stop snow.
ReplyDeleteOkay, I'm back -- one more day and then three days off.
ReplyDeleteI don't understand why you would not want to meet anyone who has seen that post. I find that post incredibly endearing. It is so flipping tough to be a woman over fifty in this culture, especially when it comes to the physicality of the whole thing. You have long ago lost whatever lithe figure, whatever smooth skin, whatever gorgeous hair you might have once had. Yes, you have gained wisdom and all that rot but you are not turning heads anymore. It can be discouraging and, frankly, disheartening. I like hanging out with women (and men) who are comfortable in their own body. If you are over fifty and you can go to the beach in any bathing suit, you rock (in my book).
Oh, no, this is not a matter of vanity. I just wonder how so many people seem to find that particular post, months and months after I wrote it. I mean what search words they are using? After all the title of the post does contain the words "mature" and "backside". I guess I was a little naive when I wrote it and forgot about the more curious and adventuresome internet users out there. That's what I mean about it being a little creepy.
ReplyDeleteNow I could be totally wrong here, but I just have a feeling about this one.
I am a lurker because like you I am a huge introvert. It takes me a while to come out from the shadows. One thing I love about blogging is I have become good friends with some lovely people and we have talked many times about meeting each other. I hope to meet some bloggers at a conference in August and that will be a big step for me. Anyway, I think you looked great in your swimsuit. Oh, and since I have admitted to lurking I should admit to having trouble with leaving appropriate comments for your grief. One thing you have taught me, is not to change the subject for a person grieving. I have always thought I should ramble on in order to help the person and now I know to let the person grieving do the talking. It doesn't bother me, I just didn't want to add to their pain. Your writing is beautiful and I love reading about your son. I am so sorry for your loss.
ReplyDeleteThank you for letting me know that you are here. WOW, going to a conference is something that I can't imagine myself doing. That is a big step, and I know you must me excited that you are challenging yourself to do it. I bet it will be a wonderful experience. I would love to hear about it.
ReplyDeleteThank you for your kind words about my writing and my son.