I think I may be a bad blogger. Not like I suck at the writing part, I’m ok at that. It’s the part of blogging wherein you’re expected to go to other blogs and like and comment on their posts.
Yaaaa, I actually don’t like reading blogs. I don’t want to read about your life or what you ate for dinner or the shape of the giant dump your three year old just took. I genuinely could not care less. However, that isn’t to say that I don’t want other bloggers to come to my blog and read about my day to day adventures!
I’m fairly certain this makes me a bad blogger. I’m supposed to like that crap, right? That should have been part of the reason I got into blogging. Except it isn’t.
I started blogging because I love it when people comment that they agree with what I’ve said, or understand where I’m coming from or, my personal favorite, when they tell me how fucking hilarious I am. That’s right, I did it for the ego boost. That and to keep me writing even when the novels I’m working on are staging palace coups.
So, to the other bloggers who deign to read my ramblings and musings, please read my crap even though I’ll rarely (probably never) read yours. Doesn’t mean I don’t love you, just that I don’t care about your life or what you have to say. 😉
(I can say that because I added the emoticon!)