Let's Get One Thing Straight Right Now
Thursday, July 23, 2009

I'm a troll!, originally uploaded by Fluffy Dragon.

I had to interrupt my week of self-imposed restriction, to address something that has come to my attention.

I want the followers of this blog to know one thing:

I love you. I do.

I love you more than dark chocolate, and sunsets on the beach and puppies and wine, (that's right, I said wine!), and Christmas lights strung up all year to twinkle Christmas spirit every day and those giant lollipops at Disney World and all of those lovelies mixed together and blended into one oozing puddle of love, that's how much I heart you.

I love your picture hanging around there on my blog. I gaze at you gratefully all the time. I know exactly how many followers I have and I rejoice and do a little jig when that number goes up.

And I adore your comments. My heart just smiles and I'm like, "Oh Praise Jesus, they're reading and they care enough to send their very best!) I know you're busy and to take the time out of your crazy world to type a message to me and then decipher the spam words and send it, just kills me with gratefulness.

So, do not think for a single, single second that I take you for granted.

Because, I don't. I only do that to My Hubby.

Someone anonymously sent me a note. They didn't use I Care Language when they accused me of being all about myself and never responding to my comments.

So, I'll say publicly, "Hey Troll! First of all, Duhhh! It's my BLOG. It's definitely going to be about me and all the things that run through my little brain.

If you want to read a blog about freakin' current events or snooze politics or troll porn or sports, have at it! I'm not chaining you to my blog. It's called the Internet. Even trolls can find something of interest on the World Wide Web. Move on, Troll!


But, secondly and more importantly, I am not ignoring my beautiful followers' comments. And if you, followers, think I am, I apologize. Your comments make me as happy as the rising Dow fills my Hubby's heart with joy.

Here's why I don't respond. Your comment comes to me as a NO-REPLY e-mail, meaning I can't hit reply and say, "Thank you so much. Your comments make me weep with gratitude. They really do. And I love you, Follower, with all my heart. Hearts and Kisses."

But, know that I am sending you that message through my thought waves. Feel it. Grasp it. My thought hug, just for you.

I guess I could comment in my comment section, but then you might not check to see if I commented back and then other readers might look at that and think, "What an egotistical asshole. She's commenting on her own blog!"

So, what I do is read your comments, let my heart fill with joy, publish your comments for everyone to enjoy and then go back and back and back, again, reading them for my blogging pleasure.

Because, you like me, you really like me. And for that, I will be forever grateful.

And one more thing, Troll, I don't care if you hate my hair. I'm sure I'd hate your gnarly, split-ended dreads.

It's my blog and I can do what I want. And what I want is to get the undying satisfaction of not publishing your evil, hate-filled rant. Go crawl back under your bridge. You might scare the billy goats, but you don't scare me.

Today's Definite Download: "I Want You To Be My Love" by Over the Rhine. Do yourself a favor, download the entire album "Drunkard's Prayer." Beautiful, elegant, folksie, all at the same time. Such a talented group of songwriters and singer.

But, mainly because I DO want you to be my love. I adore you. I thank you. I love you.

And Troll, I don't care what you think of my taste in music. Go on home. Your Michael Bolton and Clay Aiken albums are waiting for you. Bam!


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3 comments:

D'Ann Lawrence White said...

You should subtitle this entry: "It's my blog and I can do what I wanna." And make sure you heckle anyone who doesn't like you publicly. This is coming from someone who had to bite her tongue for too many years.
Sincerely,
Stupiduglybaldheadedunemployedguyinhisunderwear

Anonymous said...

It's very simple. I, being brought up somewhat properly, remember learning that if you can't say anything nice that you shouldn't say anything at all. As I've grown I've just learned to live by the old bumper sticker addage (sp?) "Mean People Suck".
Exercising my free will to read your blog,

Michelle

litanyofbritt said...

Guess what? Up until this very minute I have been responding to messages that nobody ever gets I think. People must think I'm the biggest asshole EVER!

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