Today I received an email from my Fairy Blogmother, Miss Whistle. In it, she let me know, in her lovely, English way, that I’ve behaved badly. I didn’t behave badly on purpose. But I behaved badly nonetheless. It seems that etiquette in the blogosphere ("blog-iquette" as I now refer to it) dictates that if someone comments on a post, you (the author) should reply. Of course that makes perfect sense. And I don’t know why it didn’t occur to me until now that NOT responding is terribly rude. Because, of course, if someone takes the time to read a post and respond, the proper thing to do is say "thank you". And I’m usually quite good at a thank you. I’ve stacks of stationery ordered for just such a purpose in my real life. And I even keep stamps in my office drawer because I believe that even in the email/text-happy world we live in, it is still nice to receive a handwritten note in the mail after a dinner party or for a gift.
But that is in my real life. Somehow, I act differently in my blog life. I still treat my blog life as though I am completely anonymous, as though I don't really exist or as though my posts cease to have a life of their own after I post them. The truth is, I’m rather stunned that ANYONE reads my posts but for Miss Whistle, my mother and my friend, Rebecca, who lives in
and reads as a way to keep up with the kids. And so whenever I see a comment on the 43rd Year, I’m so excited that I get sort of giddy – I turn into a teenage girl who is so thrilled that she’s been asked on a date by a cute boy that she doesn’t have the presence of mind to respond. Instead, my heart races and I fear discovery and fantasize about it all at once. And so the tremendous “thank you” that is coursing through my blood never makes it onto the page. New York
So this is my way of saying a belated THANK YOU to those of you who do read, and my way of sending a big, fat apology to Charlie Circus and anyone else who has taken the time to read and comment only to be seemingly ignored by me. I’ve NOT ignored you, I swear. It’s just that I’m so excited you wanted to date me that I’m still blushing in a corner, embarrassed to show my face. Please forgive me. I’ll act better in the future. And thank you, Fairy Blogmother, for letting me know.