Barefoot in High Heels

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What is the fascination with blogging, the blogosphere, the blogrolls, the bloggy carnivals?? 

(side note:  I’ve mentioned before that I really don’t like the word “bloggy.”  It reminds me of an overweight, booze-soaked, old man.  I imagine that Shakespeare’s Falstaff would be called “bloggy,” perhaps. . . .Or Ted Kennedy.)

But really, why are we so focused on the hits, the links, the page views, the comments (YAY!  More COMMENTS!!!  And from someone who is not even related to me!!!)   I say we because I’m SURE I’m not the only one.  Right?   Right?  (at least I hope not!  Then I really AM lame!)

I just started blogging a few weeks ago.  And it’s become — dare I say it? — an addiction obsession enormous time waster!!  Y’all know what I mean.  And . . . I also just got hooked online last week with Facebook.  I was amazed at all the people I knew on there!  It was a like a party I didn’t even know was happening!   And again — don’t you just LOVE adding new friends??   And the Flair . . . oooh, I just figured out how to search for all the fun flair and add it to my profile! 

But then I finally close my laptop and think . . .

Who is this person I have become?!?!   AAAGGGHHH!”

Yes, blogging has created such supportive communities of people, and Facebook has already allowed me to reconnect with some people that I was really glad to “see” online.  But I think sometimes we need to look at our own personal lives and “friends” (no, not Facebook friends — although I have almost 50 already!!  yay! oops — I digress) and reconnect the old-fashioned way.  Or make more meaningful connections with those we love, rather than racking up friends or comments electronically.

Although . . . for now, since I’m still new at all this, it is sort of fun, isn’t it??

What do you think?  Leave me a comment, because you KNOW how happy that make all of us bloggers!!  🙂    And if you’re reading this from a google or bloglines reader, click on over so that it boosts my page counts for the day . . . you know, let a girl get excited over the little things.   I am SO not the only one who thinks this way, right (or am I?)??