When I started blogging, I didn’t really know what to expect. In fact, I didn’t know whether I should keep my real identity to myself (and to the ones closest to me who know that I blog)… or if I should use my name and mention names of family members, friends — and enemies — that I blog about. I chose the former for privacy issues. But the stories and events were all real. The feelings and thoughts I shared were genuine and they were mine.
As much as I love writing, I still feel shy about my work that I have to read and edit my blogs a hundred times before I post them. If the computer can talk, it will probably scream, “Go ahead and post it. NOW!!!” after the tenth time I have gone over the blog. Sometimes I am just OC… there’s this compelling need to spell and grammar check over and over again. Sometimes I think my topic is just too trivial that my readers might now like it. Sometimes, in the middle of a post, my brains just suddenly stop functioning and I will lose my train of thought… or I will forget the point I am trying to arrive at. And I will end up asking myself if the blog was worth posting… Which will be followed by the question — do my readers actually care what I blog about?
Talk about being a reluctant blogger. I seem to have too many issues.
When I checked this morning, I found out that I had about 796 hits already. Wow. I can still remember the time when I was so excited having 150 hits… and then when I reached 500, I was in 7th heaven. Although i think half of the hits belonged to (or should I say came from?) my person/bestfriend/cousin… and one fourth of it from a close friend of mine (who only remembers to read my blogs whenever reminded)… and yeah, one-eighth were probably mine… well, I still am happy that I have readers from various parts of the globe comprising the remaining one-eighth of the hits. To be more accurate, that’s about a hundred readers-cum-new-friends from all over the world (insert the song “It’s A Small World ” here…).
Right before writing this entry, I checked my stats and found out that I now have 799 hits. One reader short of being 800. I am deliriously happy. Maybe my source of happiness is a bit shallow. But just the same, I am glad that somehow I get to touch someone’s life with my writing. And that is something I am not embarrassed about.
So whether you read my blogs because you think I am funny… or because you think I make sense… or you expect to find some sort of wisdom in my musings… or you find my (mis)adventures hilarious or pathetic… or maybe you got directed to my site by accident — and you can’t help but keep coming back (yay!)… Or maybe you are the cousin or the friend that I shamelessly advertised my blog to… For whatever reason that you stopped by and became my 577th or 701st hit… I just want to say thank you. Thank you for giving me more reasons to write.
Like what someone had told me not so long ago (i think it was just last week, actually)… what good is a written work when there is no one to read it? So very, very true.
This is for you… because you stayed awhile.
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