By: Blonde Two
When you write a blog post every day of the year, and when that blog post is read by (on average) 170 people each day, it is inevitable that, sooner or later, somebody is going to disagree with you.
People are allowed to you know; there are people out there who know lots more than us Blondes, about all sorts of things (e.g. bogs, Dartmoor, weather); but I am going to be really honest and say that I don’t like the disagreement. I know why; it isn’t because I think I am always right (am more likely to worry that I am wrong), or because I don’t want to learn (I love learning); it is because I have a deep down, slightly childish desire to be liked by … well … everyone.
The good think about a bit of disagreement and debate is that it makes the blog more interesting and more ‘organic’ (a word that has been rather annoyingly adopted by the social media world). Google’s search engines apparently like ‘organic’ but I am guessing that they aren’t ready yet for ‘orgasmic’! I think that we Blondes are going to have to get used to a degree of friendly argument; the blog is growing, we still love Dartmoor and we have no plans to stop writing … yet!
I would feel just the same, and that’s why I don’t have a blog 🙂 keep on blogging ladies for as long as you enjoy it.
Is there such a thing as friendly argument? There is discussion, then heated discussion then argument. The latter is characterised by a desire to win and, as with war, truth is the first casualty. You speak about wanting to be liked and you hedge it around with ellipses, as if you were surprised, or coy about admitting it. Frankly I think there’s too much of it about. If I knew of a blog where the blogger wanted to be hated I’d give it one shot at least.
More than wanting to be liked, hated, found handsome, witty or jejune I’m like King John in Now We Are Six. Except I don’t want a big red india-rubber ball, I want to be read. So much so I can taste it. Yeah, yeah I know the banal response: you gotta earn it. In the meantime I look for someone who’ll do me a sickie so I can stay at home and let the plaudits roll.
What was I saying…? Is anyone reading this? Please say Yes, even if you aren’t.
I am definitely not reading it!
Well I like you.
James
Why thank you 🙂