I’ve decided my blog is too eclectic. My pages aren’t, but they’re usually by-passed anyway. My problem I think is that I write what I’m intrested in, and I have too wide a variety of interests for one blog. I’m also 81 and that’s not too cool, (I myself get dreadfully impatient with fumbling old folks like myself). Since you know I’m an incest survivor and you may not be, that’s a turn-off, especially since I seem to insist on reblogging tough tales. Downs Syndrome is not a funny topic–that’s why I have a separate page for it that is almost never visited. That’s ok. I’m just taking care of my own needs there.
My About page touts me as having a sense of humor, but it’s hard to fake unless it turns into sarcasm, and I swore off that years ago. About competitiveness: I’ve come across a lovely Christian lady’s blog who appears to be my age, and she’s cheery and loving and all those things I’m not.
I”d hate to see my stats alongside hers. Either I discover a level way to attract followers or resign myself to an incidental. Incidental! That’s not what I wanted to grow up/old to be! Another disadvantage s that I’m not in a sexual relationship nor ever will be. There go about half the poetry topics. And I’m lowdown fat, so cooking leaves me out. The other day I sampled some philosopical blogs and discovered I’ve lost about half my vocabulary, if I ever possessed so erudite a one.
I could fill this blog with all my pages and stories of errors in judgment, embarrassing things I have done (shudder), boo boos and downright thoughtless and selfish things I’ve done, but I don’t think that would increase my readership.
Why do I want readers? First, because everyone else has more than me (that’s where the competitive strain comes in). Second, I do crave contact and exchange of ideas. There’s been a hole in my life ever since I finished psychology graduate school that’s never really been filled. It’s the back and forth I crave, I think. I’d fall asleep in class being lectured to for an hour or two, not to mention the dread of slight discomfort getting there and back.
SO I SHOULD RE-TITLE THIS blog Complain Complain Complain, another kind of blog I try and avoid myself. I’m not seeking reassurance from my relatives and blogging friends, so please don’t provide reassurance. Just let me pout a little while and I;ll reappear with all smiles. Did you ever catch mood swings like mine?