the story of what (almost) was
I think I was underground for too long. I miss the famous-ness of blogging. I was on the cusp of that over at my old blog. I was nominated for Most Encouraging blogger without solicitation. (And I totally and shamelessly solicited my nomination for Most Opinionated.) I even had a fighting chance for featured 20sb blogger. I TRIED to be a good blogger. I had time to blog regularly and feature good information and open the floor for good dialogue and conversation.
Then I started my job, which sucked life out of everything in my grasp, especially the blog. I killed it. I couldn’t have my face plastered all over the internet next to my politics.
But I’m through with that crap and back to my old blogging voice… and I miss the online almost-fame I almost had. I miss checking my Google analytics. I miss page views in the triple digits. I miss random delurking comments. I miss my modest Technorati number. I even sorta miss the dude I dated before Joe stalking my blog twice a day. And, truth be told, I miss solicitations for things like Brand About Town. (I was approached to be a Nintendo enthusiast but couldn’t do it because of my stupid job!) It was just proof that I had almost made it.
I’ve considered reopening my old blog, but chances are it’s been deleted from all those feed readers of yesteryear. I wonder where it could have gone, if I could have been recognizable in the streets, if more people would have known who I was in Vegas, or if someone out there wishes they could meet ME. I’m part of the furniture now, just one of 7000+ bloggers on 20sb. I’m nothing special anymore. I blend in.
It’s okay, though. The bloggers who really mattered to me all followed me here. Really, you guys, I absolutely adore you. And you know who you are. There are a key few that I wonder, “Did they not update my info when I sent the email? or do they think I’m just boring and unimportant now?” It’s one reason why I kept my old gmail address.
In a way, blogging will always be a popularity contest. I try not to dwell on it but sometimes it gets a girl down, ya know?