Do you ever, I wonder, write a post and afterwards worry about what someone will think if they happen to visit your blog for the first time on that day?
Oh. Just me then.
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Oh, what's the problem? This is hardly Great Literature. I'd appreciate anything taken from here being acknowledged, and I might change my mind if I'm suddenly proclaimed as the Literary Queen of the Blogosphere - but I probably wouldn't. Do what you like, just as long as it doesn't extend to defamation of anyone, even me.
Actually, you want to pass off what I say as your own, I might even be flattered. Let's face it, who cares anyway?
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not just you, i worry about things like that all the damn time!
No!
I don't have a blog but always worry about my comments or emails making me sound like a dingbat.
me i've done that. i know someone who i sometimes have a rant about and she'd be genuinely hurt if she checked back in my past blogs, it's true what i wrote but not nice to read about yourself, i hope she never does. it's one of the things that sometimes gets me to almost close down..
Seems to be a girl thing then.
I decided to speak as I thought, and be more open than I would be when speaking to someone, though in other respects try to use my speaking voice rather than my writing style. I also write spontaneously and don't do drafts, or only rarely if I don't have time to finish a post.
I am fairly circumspect about what I say about people I know, because I don't know who among local people read this and I've given enough away to be found easily.
I like it that I've found that people like me when I am open with them, after a lifetime of caution. So I continue to take the risk - but a newcomer might not take it in the same way as a blogfriend.
No, I never worry about such a thing. But now I'm dying to see the post that made you wonder this.
ps Loving the cake-icing blue
It was the previous post, Dand, when I told you about my septuagenarian admirers. During the day, I left a few comments on sites where I haven't commented either for a long time or at all and thought 'if they visit, what on earth will they think?'. Not that I mind what they think, but it's a deliberate blogging decision not to mind what they think and it doesn't come naturally.
No. And that may be a problem?
Well, no, I suppose it's only my potential embarrassment quotient that I'm looking at.
I find that young men find it easy to relate to me. This has been the case for most of my adult life. I think because I don't have a hidden agenda like, wanting an intimate relationship with them, and therefore they feel safe and not threatened. I suspect this is the case with you also?
Ha! All the time. Not only do I worry about first-time visitors, but I also worry about sounding bitchy and/or stupid to regulars. Also, I have no idea how many people read this locally, which can be a bit scary. Ah well, what can you do, right? I personally thought that post was great.
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