although if you're reading this, you're not really my target, but please, read on. if you've read miss rikki for a while, you'll know that i once restricted comments on my blog for fear of the "0 comments" tag at the bottom of each post: did i really want to know if my blog was going unread? then, i decided that i didn't really give a rat's ass if i had comments or not, so comments were allowed. now, i'm somewhere in between, because let's be honest, we put ourselves out there with the hope that we will be received by others in the bloggery, and he recent strain of "0 comments" on this here blog makes me wonder if anyone is out there or if i've been incidentally absorbed by the interweb. i readily acknowledge that:
- i'm not the best writer;
- my pithy humor doesn't always translate well on the blog;
- i don't have design ideas oozing out of my pores;
- i have a great sense of style but don't spend my life savings on my wardrobe;
- i have a wonderful husband but i live in reality and not romance-la-la-land;
- i don't hate the world and want to drone on about the darkness;
- i have no children.
so maybe my blog goes relatively ignored because i don't fall into one of the prescribed blog categories: the writer/the comedian/the designer/the fashionista/the meg-ryan-love-is-a- real-life-romantic-comedy/the life hater/or the mommy blog. or maybe i don't put myself out there enough (yes, yes, i know you all love the pictures, but i'm not loving my reflection right now). maybe what i have to say is totally irrelevant (although i'd say in the scheme of life, most blog content is relatively irrelevant). maybe my sole follower (thank you, and hugs!) will be the only one to hear this voice, and maybe that fact will prompt me to stop holding back for fear of alienating the blogging masses, which i is realize is silly since they don't read miss rikki anyways.
ahhhh. that feels better, and sometimes all it takes is a nice little case of verbal diarrhea.
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