The astonishingly sweet Mel at Stirrup Queens had a lovely idea. What if we could all get together and look through each other’s blogs and choose the stand-out post of the year? That way, like Alice and the animals at the bottom of the rabbit-hole, we all get a prize at the end of the post-pool-of-tears recovery race. So we who signed up were anonymously assigned a blog to read through and choose from. Tick. Then Mel posted all the links and all the comments the anonymous reader had made on why they loved that post in particular, why it stood out, why it meant so much to them.
It’s a complete love-fest over there. So much bravery, empathy, grief, gratitude, hope and despair. It’s brilliant. It’s a world idea, as Eddie Izzard would say. So cool, so interesting, to see yourself through someone else’s eyes like that. So touching, to see what about you touches others.
I clicked on every single link on that list. I may not have commented on all of them, but I read. Every. Single. Damn. One. And I thought at least a good half of the other participants would be likely to do the same, nu? So we’d all be getting at least 50 clicks.
Number of clicks my ‘best post of the year’ got since Mel posted the list? Twelve. And I love every one of you with the power of a thousand burning suns.
Reason I think I got so few clicks? Well, of all the 144 little write-up paragraphs the anonymous readers wrote, I think mine was just about the most terse. My anonymous reader chose this post, and of it he or she said, and I quote exactly, ‘May talks about the difficult task of being both a blogger and a commenter while suffering a miscarriage.’.
Umm… That’s it? Really?
Positive Thinking Fairy says, look, perhaps your anonymous reader simply didn’t ‘get’ your blog. It happens, no one can be adorable to everyone. S/he did his/her best, but didn’t get you. It happens.
Positive Thinking Fairy says, well, maybe your anonymous reader didn’t realise they had to make a comment as well as chose a post, and if they had realised they’d’ve given you several nice adjective cookies, and seeing the list even now they are feeling a bit bummed out that they haven’t cookied you.
Positive Thinking Fairy says, OK, so perhaps your anonymous reader was simply so bowled over by the great glowing sun fairly blazing from your backside that they were utterly lost for words. OK?
Bitter McTwisted says, remember the time everyone in the class except you got invited to T’s party? OK, now remember the time you did get a late, grudging invitation to T’s party, and that only because you were caught weeping about it in the stationary cupboard by the teacher, who then had words with T about it.