It was 6:30 Saturday morning when I finally staggered home. I had spent the night drinking with my new friend Dom in Hongdae; he had these weird cigarettes that were supposed to change from regular to menthol if you flicked the filter properly. I kept trying to get them to change but I couldn’t. I didn’t have the touch. And since I couldn’t do it, that meant that the only way I could get a similar effect would be if I smoked two cigarettes at the same time, a regular and a menthol, and I alternated drags.
“How stupid,” I thought. At least I’d gotten a girl’s number. I figured it wouldn’t amount to anything, but it was good that I’d tried to talk to one (one = a girl). Exhaustion was setting in. “I’ll just check my blog stats and go to bed,” I thought. I logged on the ol’ blog and saw I that I’d gotten a lot of hits.
“I’ll be damned,” I said to myself. There on the WordPress front page was my post about the ear hoodie. Beneath the picture of the dude with headphones around his neck was a little box that said, “Follow Fashion.”
Follow Fashion? I got Freshly Pressed in the category of…fashion? That made no sense. I have no right to be commenting on fashion; I can’t even match socks. I sat back on my bed and just laughed.
It was a great morning.
I had never even read a blog when I started this one. As I said in a past post, I started my blog for the sole reason of trying to get a girl’s attention. My plan failed, but I spent the time making it, and it was kind of fun, and my friends were really encouraging, so I figured I’d keep going. About a month after my first post, a really dumb little story about how there was a lizard in my motel room in Thailand got Freshly Pressed.
“Oh, this is neat,” I told myself. I was happy. “This must be something WordPress does when someone starts a new blog.” There were a bunch of comments, and I read through them. A lot of them made me laugh. I responded to maybe five or six, then wrote a blanket “Hey, thanks for the comments” statement. “Hmm,” I thought, “I wonder how often WordPress does this?”
Well, not very often I would eventually learn. I would also learn that’s it pretty bad blog etiquette to get comments and not respond to any of them. A few people stuck with my blog and commented on some of the new posts. Did I respond to those comments? Nope. Did I ever think to, get this, take the time to go on their blogs? Not for a second. Don’t get me wrong, I liked that they were reading my entries and making comments – it just didn’t occur to me that they had blogs and I should check them out. A few months later, the comments stopped completely. In the month of June, I got a whopping total of 475 hits. For the month. I still didn’t know anything about having a blog, but that didn’t seem too good.
I don’t know why, really, but eventually I really started getting into the whole blog thing. Big time. Like a brave soul, I ventured off my own blog and began reading others. I started commenting on them. Sometimes, the people would comment back. I also wrote more. A lot more. I learned about blog etiquette. I made changes to my page so it looked better and I made a blog roll. And as I did this, a little bit of embarrassment crept in:
“Oh my God…” it finally dawned on me. “I got like 200 comments on my lizard post and didn’t respond to ANY of them. I didn’t go on anyone else’s blog…I was a complete self-absorbed bloghole!”
At times, I would feel bitter towards WordPress: “It was too soon! I didn’t understand what to do! I was like a baseball player who gets called up before he’s ready! I wasn’t ready!”
I vowed that if I was ever Freshly Pressed again, I would respond to every single comment. And not just with a “Thanks for stopping by : ).” No, I would leave a good, thoughtful response.
I especially hoped that my responses would somehow revolve around fashion.
So anyways, my point is that I was really determined to respond to every comment on the “ear hoodie” blog. I tried my best. I spent hours replying to them. My entire weekend went to replying to comments, and still there were a ton that I hadn’t replied to. They just kept coming and coming. I felt my anxiety rising. It wasn’t going how I planned it would. I went on a few people’s blogs but not everyone’s. After awhile I conceded. It wasn’t possible.
Really, it’s tremendous fun getting Freshly Pressed. I felt like Sissyphus (who is a far more intelligent reference than Persephone), trying to roll the big rock up the hill over and over. Every time I responded to a comment and went on someone’s blog, another comment popped up in its place. Except Sissyphus was miserable, and I thought it was pretty groovy.
All that is to say – in my longwinded fashion – thanks to everyone who checked out my blog and decided to stick around. If I haven’t gotten on your blog and read through, I entirely intend to, just haven’t had time (due in part to writing overlong blog entries like this one). But I really am incredibly grateful – thanks a ton. : )
- Sidenote #1: The breaks in this post were marked with former Lakers superstar Vlade Divac to spruce things up a bit.
- Sidenote #2: I never got anywhere with the girl who gave me her number.
- Sidenote #3: Over the past few days, I’ve gotten two followers whose names are so awesome I have to share them – Hooker B Washington and Chicks with Ticks. Brilliant!