My One Thought About LiveJournal
I'm jealous.
There, I said it. That's what I feel when I read someone's posts on LiveJournal. Because it doesn't matter who it is, how important they are, or how much they've posted -- They get rewarded.
What is this reward? Money? Nay. Glorious Packages of Foodstuffs? Nay. Yearly Subscriptions to UnderSea Magazine? Nay.
They get comments.
Other people write encouraging little responses to that day's post, letting the author know that he/she's no longer alone, that everything will be all right. Letting the author know that what he/she writes actually gets READ.
If I wasn't able to check who was coming here every day, I'd think my only audience was the pile of stuffed animals staring at me from my bed (Oh, how I wish I actually had stuffed animals). I cart my link around like an eager young celebrity, dropping names on the Letterman Show. Everywhere I go, it's with me, cleverly displayed on my forehead.
Flashdiego.blogspot.com. Go there.
Read. Enjoy. Comment.
Because there's some sort of invisible agreement that is supposed to be being fulfilled. I provide you with entertainment, and you leave me a message. Tell me you're there, watching. Cheering me on.
Don't let me do this alone.
There, I said it. That's what I feel when I read someone's posts on LiveJournal. Because it doesn't matter who it is, how important they are, or how much they've posted -- They get rewarded.
What is this reward? Money? Nay. Glorious Packages of Foodstuffs? Nay. Yearly Subscriptions to UnderSea Magazine? Nay.
They get comments.
Other people write encouraging little responses to that day's post, letting the author know that he/she's no longer alone, that everything will be all right. Letting the author know that what he/she writes actually gets READ.
If I wasn't able to check who was coming here every day, I'd think my only audience was the pile of stuffed animals staring at me from my bed (Oh, how I wish I actually had stuffed animals). I cart my link around like an eager young celebrity, dropping names on the Letterman Show. Everywhere I go, it's with me, cleverly displayed on my forehead.
Flashdiego.blogspot.com. Go there.
Read. Enjoy. Comment.
Because there's some sort of invisible agreement that is supposed to be being fulfilled. I provide you with entertainment, and you leave me a message. Tell me you're there, watching. Cheering me on.
Don't let me do this alone.
2 Comments:
Hi Adam! I was just reading your blog. I wanted to let you know that I read it. It's always fun to see what my favorite neighbor is up to. :-) I love your stories too... they're amazing, so keep it up! Hope you're having a great time at State, & good luck in all you do! Kate
Hello Adam, I'm on every day looking and hoping you post more on your journal. Really enjoyed your rants, especially the one about the phone. I told my cousin Jim(your old neighbor) about your website, not sure if he's looked at it yet. Also got one of your Dad's prints at Arts and Apples, quite a conversation piece. I know you're busy with school, but will be looking for more stories from you. Good luck!! Steve
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