(Written ages ago, just getting rid of it. I stayed up until 2am?)
Nothing ready to post for tomorrow. What about this one I wrote a while ago. It is now 2am, so it will have to do.
As in real life with friends, blog mates come and go, often somewhat quicker than in real life. I adore my long term blog mates. I miss a few who no longer write and publish. (I started to write a list, but it was becoming very long) I feel it is a character defect of mine to become attached to blog mates and feel loss when they disappear.
But what about active loss. That is when someone keeps on blogging and although they used to comment on your blog, they stop. You are at a loss to understand why. You seem to have common interests and you admired them continued to comment on their blog, until it became clear nothing recipricol was happening.
Some people like to sprinkle comments around blogs in the hope of getting more interest in their own writing, but this wasn't like that. I suppose I feel genuine hurt. The person must hate me and I don't know why. I can only guess I wrote something too extreme or I was too risqué for the person's tastes or that I was just boring.
But me being the person who always protects their emotions, I tell myself that my blog is my public online diary. Harden up Andrew. No need to get all emo. People are welcome to visit and comment whenever they want, without obligation and I will leave it at that.