You know what makes me mad? Don’t guess, I’ll tell you. It’s when I see a new blogger enter the blogging community with a traditional first post and proceed to say things like, “Everyone has a blog these days, so I thought I’d start one too. I don’t really know what I’m going to say or what this will be, so let me know in the comments what you want me to write about. Kthnxbyeee.”
To me, that’s like someone walking into my house, taking the pizza slice out of my hand, dipping it in the toilet like an Oreo into milk, and then returning it to me.
Trust me, a blog is one of the most personal things a person can have. It’s like a pair of underwear. It’s new today, stale tomorrow; constantly changing.
So don’t waltz in here and disrespect the rest of us by saying you’re here because everyone else is and you want to fit in. If you say that, you’ve already lost my trust.
Also, who the hell are you asking for blog ideas? This isn’t Field of Dreams. There is no “If you write it, they will come” mantra.
It’s more like, “If you write it, you’ll get four views and two of them will be from a country you’ve never heard of.”
So, there. That’s what makes me mad. I also really hate gum under my shoe, but I suppose everyone does.
Note #1: Nothing wrong with asking bloggers for ideas. Just don’t do it in your first post.
Note #2: Bloggers are incredibly welcoming. Introduce yourself and put yourself behind the wheel of your blog. We’ll tag along for the ride. Don’t be a backseat-driver-blogger.
Before I started this blog in 2013, I didn’t know much about bloggers or blogging.
All I knew was the poster child (poster adult?) for blogging was a guy named Perez Hilton, who wrote about celebrities and tried to stir the pot without even standing in a kitchen.
From that, blogging just felt really “in your face” and gossipy. But I knew there had to be more. I just didn’t know what “more” entailed.
And then I began thinking about starting a sports blog. So I did. This one. Can you tell?
Ever since that moment, I’ve always wondered, “What do they (non-bloggers) think of us (bloggers)?
Because I’ll turn on the TV and watch people in the media discount bloggers by saying things like, “Oh, everyone has an opinion these days. All these bloggers in their basement who have nothing better to do.” And then they’ll lump Facebook and Twitter users into the same sentiment.
As if we are the scum of the earth and they are the good hockey sticks in the equipment room of an elementary school gymnasium.
I once told someone I had a blog and I could tell they didn’t really understand what that meant. They said something like, “So what, do you just post opinionated things on the internet and hope someone reacts?”
Is that what people think bloggers are? Fire starters? A bomb? Loud mouths? A drunk uncle at a wedding?
Sure, there may be some bloggers like that, but I promise you, we are not a bunch of bees at a picnic who strike the moment the potato salad is visible.
We are, mainly, a community of endearing fruit flies. And if fruit flies still annoy you, then we are cuddly rabbits that appear in your backyard every once in a while. Happy?
I remember the first time I ever shared my blog on Facebook. I was more terrified than if Pizza Hut were to discontinue their fantastic lunch buffet.
I didn’t know how people would react. I immediately thought that I would come across as cocky, egotistical, and full of myself.
Who does this guy think he is? Writing stuff on the internet and filling our precious news feed with it? How dare he?
In trying to figure out what the reception would be, I was creating a misconception of bloggers (myself).
Anyway, I posted it and made sure to include a caption that read something along the lines of, “I like sports. Some people thought I should start a blog, so I did. Read it, bookmark it, tell your friends, or don’t. I don’t care.”
I couldn’t have been more nonchalant. The first part of the caption was me giving reasons why this thing was now on their screen. And the second part was me trying to act like it wasn’t a big deal.
It was a huge deal, but there I was playing it off, as if I was too cool for school and it was the first day.
I find that it can be scary being honest on the internet. I find it even harder being honest, while using 1000+ words.
Every time I shared a post on Facebook, or told someone to read my blog, I always felt like a minor disturbance. As if I was a 23-minute YouTube video and was telling people to immediately watch me. No one does that.
And even though the feedback I got was always positive, I always felt like I was annoying someone.
To this day, if I tell someone via text, or in person, to read my blog, a lot of the time I’ll say, “When you have time” or “When you get a chance.” How courteous, right? How thoughtful of me.
A small part of me will always feel like I’m wasting someone’s time with the words I write, even if they tell me otherwise. Maybe it’s the world we live in these days, with short attention spans, that make me feel that way.
Or maybe it’s from reading that, “Blog posts should be brief, no more than 400-600 words”, in every “How-to” article there is about blogging.
I hate word restrictions. Add it to the list.
As a blogger who has “been in the game” long enough to know a thing or two about a thing or three, I can assure you that bloggers are unlike any other community on the internet.
We are not Twitter trolls who spend the day misspelling words and replying “YAAAS QUEEN SLAY” to everything a celebrity says.
We are not your annoying friend on Facebook who has a heated debate in a comment thread with strangers, about who the 4th best player in the NBA is.
And we are definitely not YouTube commenters. Notification squad, where you at? Shut up.
We are bloggers.
Does the average person/critic even know how many connections we make with other bloggers around the world? Do they know about the friendships they’re missing out on? Do they know what someone else’s words mean to us? Do they?
I log on to WordPress and it’s like entering an idealistic family gathering. Kids are playing board games in the corner. Adults are napping on hammocks in the backyard. The pets are failing at cooking dinner because they’re pets, so pizza is ordered.
You know, ideal.
Yes, we have opinions. Everyone does. If that scares you so much, start your own blog.
That being said, however, I don’t think a lot of us are here because we have an urge to share our opinion about everything.
We are here to share a piece of ourselves with the world.
We are creative individuals who have more ideas in our head than most people have snot in their nose during flu season.
We are a community of people, united by the beauty of words.
This is a community with people like Chris, Tosha, Gabrielle, Reagan, Talula, Michelle and her husband, who share their poetry so we can sit back, let out a deep breath, and be at ease knowing someone else understands us.
This is a community with people like Quinn and Kristen who appeared on the scene -seemingly, at the same time – and have been a breath of fresh air.
This is a community with people like Shaz, who has been by my blog’s side since about Day 73, which is Day 1 in my book.
This is a community with people like Barb, Jess, Meghan, and Myka, who send me more messages, emails, and GIFs about nothing in particular, than a friend probably deserves.
This is a community with people like Suchie, Issa, Angela, James, Miriam, and Rebbit7, who share their lives from the other side of the world.
This is a community with people like Aaron, who I can relate to more than he probably knows, especially when it comes to pizza and banana pudding.
This is a community with people like Liz, Beca, American Paul, and Rebekah, who I can always count on for a laugh.
This a community where I feel guilty for not mentioning every single blogger who has crossed my path and had an impact on me. I know there are more of you that I didn’t mention, and I’ll feel awful when I receive a notification from you and realize it. I appreciate you, nonetheless.
Say and think what you want about bloggers, but we know the truth.
We’re the best community on the internet. Some would call us a
Oh geeze, there’s the cheese.
A great, big, happy, dramatic, creative, poetic, funny, sad, and always hungry,
But that’s just my opinion.