Catharsis or comments?

I have to say that writing on this blog really is cathartic. Even if no one was to read, I think I might still keep it up for a while because it is good to be able to think things through as you write them out. You know, the old adage that you don’t truly know something till you can explain it to someone else?
It’s nice for me to write stuff, plus I also love being able to look back at my history & see not only what I have done and thought, where I was geographically and where I was psychologically. All those things that a photo itself might not capture.
That said, I have to admit that it’s not all just about the internal stuff.I do love the comments too. I have one of those lovely little statistics things that tells me that there are between 150-200 “unique” hits are received a day (that is, not just the same person coming again and again, or visiting multiple pages). Occasionally I find myself wondering “If there are so many people who read, how come I don’t get like a billion comments?
Some people have said that they like to read, but they never really feel like commenting. It is more of a voyeuristic thing than it is an interactive thing. Others have said that they never know what to say, so they figure that it is easier to say nothing than to say the wrong thing. Others…. well who knows.
Of course, it’s nice to know that lots of people like to visit my site, and it is flattering to know that there are more people out there than those who leave their own finger print on the site, but sometimes I have been curious & I have tried ways to get a little interaction.
I might pose a difficult question, make a serious statement, or delve deep into my confessional box. Sometimes it has worked OK, sometimes it hasn’t.
Well tonight I have the perfect excuse for you, dear reader to leave a comment.
You don’t have to say something profound. In fact, if you want, I could even draft your comment for you (though original works will certainly be appreciated too).
All you need to say is…
“Congratulations”.
“Why?” you ask.
Because she said “Yes”

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