In October of last year, 2015, I wrote a post that discussed the topic, Reciprocating Follows. However, I neglected to include any details as to why I pass by some of the blogs of my followers at WordPress.Com. I remember I considered a paragraph or two on these particulars, but decided it may appear a little callous. I let my inner coward get the best of me.
Has my spine become more durable within these last few months? Maybe, although I think it’s more a case of telling the truth as it stands. People are bound to find out the truth anyway, so those “little white lies” are a waste of time, as well as possibly chafing someone’s feelings to the point where a friendship is lost. Truthfulness with tact and as much compassion that can be mustered up will usually kept the rapport in good shape and bypass lies that are always impossible to remember or feel good about.
With this stipulated, why have I subscribed to blogs, in the past, that I haven’t had any interest in? I did it because those bloggers decided to subscribe to my blog. I skipped right over their notifications of posts sent to my email box, marking them as read and deleting them even though I barely scanned the first paragraph of the blogger’s entry. I agreed to follow their blogs as a kind gestured response to their decision to follow mine.
When considered with a realistic and forthright attitude, this behavior is absurd. I doubt most seriously I have any subscribers who are children, so they should be able to handle the concept of different preferences, even when they’re not included, right? Yes, there are those few who cannot get out of the mentality of “the even stevens” that may have been in place when they were young. I grew up with that philosophy too, but shed the material aspect of it and just kept the meaning in abstract. I do not expect all bloggers I have a subscription with to follow my blog.
The choices I make are what shape who I am. They make me an individual. I have some precise druthers when it comes to the subjects in the area of the arts as a whole. I find nothing exceptional about traditional paintings, unless it’s a Monet. My true choice is the works that are abstracts. Although I can listen to almost any type of music, except for rap, my love is with contemporary jazz. As with music, I can read almost any book, except in the area of hard science, but my favorites are in thriller and literary fiction. (Yes, they aren’t even close to each other, are they?)
As follows, I have my preferences in the blogs I read too. I want the posts that help me improve my writing, as long as the posts don’t get too repetitive in topic. I enjoy reading about the lives of writers; their hassles are often different from others experience. I appreciate some of the blogs that spill out opinions too. Despite this selection, I don’t enjoy poems usually, even though it most assuredly is in the realm of writing. If the blog, though is written by a lover of the writing craft, is all or even mostly poems, I’ll be passing it by, even with owning the book, Leaves of Grass. If the blog is all about being funny, with my general attitude being quite serious, the posts are wasted on me. Smut and questionable language in a blog never reached my hip-parade even for a glance.
Sometimes I wish I was more unbiased with my choices. I’m sure I would be better read and cultured if I could broaden my scope a bit. Maybe little by little I can reach out more, but for the time being, I’ll continue to be reluctant to get a grasp on anything much past my comfort zone.
“No one should part with their individuality and become that of another.” — William Channing