I get jealous of blogs with hundreds of comments. It’s terrible, I know.
The biggest reason I blog and journal is for the therapeutic effect. Problems and thoughts sort themselves out better in cohesive words on paper or computer screen. I can think clearer. My brain thanks me for it.
But I’d be lying if I said I didn’t write in hopes of having lots of comments. Or at least a comment. When there is a blog post with the words “No responses” blazing on the bottom, it’s like digital crickets. (I wish I could claim credit for that brilliant joke, but it’s all Jon Acuff.) I like attention. I like knowing that what I’ve written is worthwhile and meaningful. I should probably get over that.
I do the same think with Facebook. Often a status update is simply a way to see how much attention I can get. How sad am I?
I have been reading a couple of the hundred comment a day blogs for awhile now. I have clicked on some of the links on the comments and read some other blogs. I will see their no comment beacon in the night and decide to spread a little comment love. Just a little encouragement: “Great post,” “Thanks for sharing,” or maybe a short similar story.
Yesterday I received some comment love of my own. Someone left a comment. Someone new. Someone not related to me. Someone not a friend. Someone left a deep, meaningful, encouraging comment.
I am feeling the love.
It’s so weird to read something that someone else wrote that seems to come directly out of your own head! I have a feeling you and I are very much alike, Jamie. 🙂
You’re loved. And Lauren, you’re loved too. 🙂 You both write amazing and I LOVE reading your blogs! Keep it up!!