The overwhelming majority of comments I get on my blog are from Mr. E (one of his chosen monikers and I don’t recall how I’ve referred to him, on this blog, in the past). They are typically unpleasant and accusatory. Once, or only one time that I remember, the comment was defensive. I have chosen not to publish them, but they are saved. I have no idea when, if ever, this blog will remotely resemble something I’d want to publicize actively. I could simply write in a journal. I could use my pc’s word processor. But I enjoy the blog. I enjoy the tools present to make it contain images or videos, etc. I like the idea that it’s being archived on “the web” even if my computer craps out.
I received a comment today that was from a different person. One who found me due to the poem in a previous post and who felt connection and said so. It was a surprise. I feared/expected the comment-er to be Mr. E’s new “woman” coming to defend “her man” (his lingo) online. Not that I know anything about his relationships or lack thereof. I haven’t felt relevant or searchable online in years. I haven’t been able to write rhythmically in years. The time allotted is minuscule when compared with the amount of emotion and transition I’m processing. Also, the pressure is on to get a lot of shit done all the time every day.
Any way. The last free wordpress theme was agonizingly wrong, so I picked something that seemed mostly fool proof that I could spruce up quickly and leave be without embarrassment. I’m still a blogspot girl at heart, but wordpress seemed so potentially professional at the time I made the switch.