On Blogging and Stalking

I got an email the other day that concerned me. One of my readers saw me out and about but she didn't want to bother me by saying hi. The only thing that concerns me is that I hope my child was acting like the sweet angel she is and not the "threenager" that pops out every now and then causing her to argue with me, cross her little arms, walk away and refuse to talk to me. So usually I just cross my arms and refuse to talk to her, too. How immature and embarrassing is that? But she didn't get that attitude out of nowhere...

This is what happens when she finds a "blanket" in Saks.


Nobody makes me blog, I do it because I want to. And I don't put it all out there like some bloggers do, for the most part I don't get too personal, so readers don't know anything that would make a conversation awkward. Honestly, sometimes I don't know if anyone reads or not. I just like to write (and type) and if things I share help readers have someone to relate to, then that's just icing on the cupcake.

A couple of years ago I was in Toys R Us. It was raining and I remember I was in a grouchy mood. So I have no idea what my hair or expression looked like. A sweet woman came up to me to tell me that she recognized Georgia and reads my blog. I was incredibly flattered, but I didn't know what to say! Thanks? Yippee, a reader? And as much as I blabber, I'm pretty shy in person. So even if I didn't make the best impression, it's honestly something I will remember for a long time.

Not long after we moved to our suburb, a woman from the Sunday School class we had been attending sent me a Facebook message to tell me that she's "not a stalker" but read my whole blog while up at night feeding her newborn. How amazing is that? My silly nonsense kept her company through those quiet, sometimes lonely, never-ending hours. Now we're friends and Georgia will start preschool with her little girl.

In my old neighborhood, I ran into Veronika at the grocery store. I didn't feel like a stalker, but I did feel like a weirdo for knowing who she was. And knowing her husband's name. I did say hello and now we're friends, chatting on Facebook almost daily.

The point of this nonsense is that bloggers aren't going to think you're a stalker unless you're wearing large sunglasses following them around in an unmarked van. So say hello and tell them you enjoyed something of theirs you read - you really  never know how it might make their day or the friendship it might lead to.

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