Sometimes when I write the words just flow out through my fingers. They seem to take a life of their own. There are times I’m not sure what I’m thinking until my fingers type it out. The words form on the page, and as they do, my mind shapes my thoughts.
A snapshot into my world is formed with every blog post. A small snippet of a window opens, and by putting it on the internet, I invite people to peek through.
As much as I love the process of writing, the cathartic nature of getting the jumble of words from my head to the page, it’s this connection with the outside world that gives me real joy. My readers are, on the whole, a pretty amazing bunch; supportive, kind, sharing, funny and genuine.
I’m sure there is a small minority that only come to hate read. Every blog has them. And that’s ok. Haters gonna hate, as I’ve recently had to teach Poss after she received a negative comment on one of her Poss Reviews videos.
Not everyone is going to agree with me, not everyone will share the same view of the world. And really, that’s fine because how boring would it be if we were all exactly the same?
It’s when it’s someone who knows me, or should I say more correctly, used to know me, uses this insight into our lives to spy that I get annoyed. There’s no really polite way to say it. They use the open window like a peeping tom. Sneakily, from the edges, squirrelling away the information they glean for future use.
Lurkers I’ve heard other bloggers call them and it couldn’t be more apt. They’re not here out of a genuine desire to find out how we are. Nor do they have any interest in interacting with me or other readers. Nor are they here because they honestly care about me, Poss or husband.
We’ve had it happen a few times. A conversation will occur, often via a series of Chinese whispers with information that could have only come from here. Out of context and unwanted. Sometimes it will be in a comment to another friend, family member or even directly to husband, yet interestingly never to my face.
It’s as if they want me to know they’re watching.
So in answer to your questions, yes, I know you’re watching and I know I can’t stop you. It’s on the web. It is what it is. But I also know you’re in a tiny minority. More than most people read this blog with genuine, good intentions. There’s a reason that you’re not in my life anymore, this just confirms why.
So if you want to lurk along, be my guest. But don’t think you’re welcome. You’re not.