Nice Blog

One of the funniest things that has come out of writing this blog has been the variety and range of responses to it. Not necessarily to the content, but to its very existence. 

There are some people who will never fail to mention it every time I put up a new post. 
"I liked your blog", they say. 
Sometimes, they'll be more specific and say, "I liked that part where...." 
Sometimes, if I've said something a bit gloomy, or controversial, or perhaps just plain boring, they don't elaborate. They simply say, "I liked your blog."

Some people assiduously avoid mentioning it. I mean, it would be on pain of death that they would admit they've read it. How do I know they've read it? I can just tell. 

Some people feel like they ought to read it if they know they're going to meet me or be talking to me. It's like knowing who said Mass. They feel they would be caught out if they weren't up to speed. 

Some people read the interesting looking ones, and don't bother with the boring stuff. I would totally do that, if it were me. I sometimes don't read the boring ones either, in fact, I just type with my eyes closed. See kie this, 

It makes some people embarrassed. They are ashamed at my brashness, my self-exposure. Has she no self-respect, they think to themselves, consciously or not. They squirm on my behalf. 

Of course, there are probably a few strangers who read it, and I have no idea what they think. They could be U2 fans, for all I know, and there is no accounting for taste. 

So perhaps I will stick in a little secret code, a Masonic wink or nudge, that people can use if they don't want to admit that they've read it, but they'd prefer not to hear me tell the same old boring stories when we meet. 

Or they could just say, "Nice blog", and leave it at that.