Fucking lame, I know.
I can't help it, though. I love to get comments because they give me warm fuzzies. I know that it doesn't make me any more cool or increase my blogger popularity...well, maybe a little bit. If I never got a single comment I'm sure that would place me in the front of the blogger bus and that would suck because then the blogger bus driver would talk to me and the other blogger kids would start to make fun of me because I would be "in love with the blogger bus driver".
That's when the blogger depression starts, and it's a dark place to go to.
*shudder*
I need comments. I thrive on them. I constantly find myself checking my blog for new comments so I can read them and feel special. Some of that stems from me being bored at work on a semi-daily basis...but some of it stems from my desire to be liked.
Kinda like this scene from The Big Hit :
Melvin: I can't stand the thought of anyone not liking me, okay! There, I said it! The thought of either one of those girls not liking me is more than I can stand, okay?
Cisco: Melvin, pal...the hundred or so people you've murdered over the past five years probably have relatives that don't think too highly of you.
Granted, I haven't killed anybody lately so this isn't exactly a window into my life...but you get the idea. I want to be liked and wanted and thought about. I want to leave my mark and I want people to miss me when I am gone. I want to be loved, dammit!
I had a puppy once. He didn't love me. He ran away the first chance he got. I'm hoping to get a comment from him someday telling me he's sorry. Or at least telling me how he's doing.
He's probably dead, though. Little runaway fucker.
Anyhoo. I like comments. Today I'm in a comment mood, so I'm going to be a comment whore. That's right, I'm going to post something now that I hope motivates you to post a comment and give me those warm fuzzies I am longing for.
TELL ME A SECRET
I want to know secrets. I am in a mood today where I want to learn more about people. Your secret can be anything...sex, work, breaking the law, drugs, sex, fights, drama, cheating, sex, your top score on Tetris...whatever. Just make it interesting.
I'll start, since it's my game.
My secret: I was offered a threesome recently and I'm not sure how to bring this up in conversation with my girlfriend.
Shhhh. Don't tell anybody. It's a secret!
Now, post YOUR secrets in the comments section!!! Don't be shy...nobody knows who you are, anyway. Or if they do, post something they already know about so you don't feel so open and naked.
Secrets are fun! Join the fun! Post your secret!
15 comments:
Sorry - I just can't share secrets with everyone. It's the whole "secret" part of secret, ya know?
I will share a little shameful tidbit, though. I went onto Classmates this weekend, and happened across the bio of a girl I couldn't stand in school. You know the type - cute, adorable, great hair, dimples, the guy I was in love with for three years dated her. Hated her with a bloody passion. Anyway, I felt so vindicated when I saw her picture and time has not been kind to her. Not that I'm a supermodel, or anything. But it just gave me the giggles.
Isn't that just awful of me???
I know "Callie". Shame shame, callie.
Shan, maybe if you didn't make it so darn hard to leave a comment on this blasted contraption you call a "blog"!!
Hmm.. okay, here's a secret, kinda stemming from Callie's. An ex of mine recently joined Myspace and he contacted me first, and he was my "first" in high school, I loved him, I wrote him love notes, dated him, broke his heart, chased after him, blah blah blah, right? Well he came to houston recently and was at a Fridays with his sister and another friend of his (who i also slept with..oop) and so I agreed to meet up with them. I told my bf that a few "friends" from hs were getting together, not a complete lie, but i forgot to tell him that i had once said that i'd drop everything and everyone if he ever came back into town and "wanted" me, and that recently he had seperated from his wife and had contacted me. anywhoo.. nothing ever happened from this meeting, we actually lost touch again.. i mean, i know his number and he knows mine, but we don't talk anymore, i guess the novelty of seeing each other again after so long is done. but as i see it, no harm, no foul. (i hope)
I am totally a comment whore too!! No, really!!!!! It's part of why I read so many blogs, so we can all go forth and comment each other up!!!! Yeah, I know, I'm silly...I'm in a silly mood today :-)
Hmmm, a secret....
I was supposed to get married July 7th of this year. We picked it so our anniversary would be 777. But it's not going to happen now...we don't get along, mostly because I want to get at least engaged, and he doesn't...although he sat and planned a wedding with me about 8 months ago...oh well. There you have it, my secret.
Hmmm. Secret. I'm too busy pouring my heart out on my blog to keep secrets.
Okay -- here's at least a little known fact. People think I'm a fairly sane person, but it may not be entirely true. I must chew my food the same number of times on each side of my mouth, and when I cross my legs and swing my foot around, it must create a specific, repetitive pattern in the air or I feel uncomfortable. Weird, eh?
Not so secret -- I'm a complete comment whore myself... so a personal thank you for commenting on my blog today. :)
callie: Hmmm. Not really a secret...but it's still interesting. I like it.
damasta: Ohhh that's a good one! Do you think you would have done something if your ex had hinted? saucy.
arlene: Wow, that's a huge secret! Did it feel nice to get off your chest?
la fille mariee: Everybody has quirks and strange things they do. I don't think it makes us all crazy. Unless you twirl your feet in a specific pattern while making dolls out of human skin. I think that might be a tad too much. lol
These are all great secrets so far!!! Thank you all for sharing.
Keep 'em coming! Secrets are fun!
:)
How can I post a secret when there are people that read my blog from whom I want to keep the secret from (and that does not include my husband)?
Maybe you should turn on anonymous comments on your next post and then ask for everyone's secret. After that, you could list people's names and see if anyone can guess to whom the secret belongs?
Damn. That was a good idea. That'll get you a lot of comments.
Shit. Why didn't I do that on MY blog?
Just kidding - I love getting comments, too. Especially when they're clever and funny - as yours are!
Secret: Comments give me the warm fuzzies too
Its not a secret anymore. And now I have to kill you.
:)
P.S: Sorry about your puppy. Does it help if I say that he probably didn't comment just ecause he had paws, and was thus not able to?
penny: good idea! I changed the settings to allow for Anonymous comments.
So hopefully we'll start to see some juicy secrets!!
anamika: Please don't kill me...I'm waiting for a puppy to come back to me, so I can bop him on the head for leaving me in the first place.
Yeah, it did. I've thought about posting about it, but it's not really something I want to share with everyone...wow, you're like my own personal PostSecret ;-)
I've been a realationship for the last 3 and 1/2 years.
My parents don't know, but now you do...
arlene: remember that I now have anonymous comments on, so you can post all the secrets you want, and nobody will ever know! Glad I can help out. I might do this again and then you can REALLY let loose.
kay: I didn't know that. Why haven't you told your parents?
Hmmm.. hard to say. I don't think so cause I look at his life now and it's in complete shambles and in retro-spect, he wasn't that great of a person, ya know? My bf is mucho mucho mejor. :)
My parent's aren't really a fan.
And since we've been doing the long distance thing for the last 3 years because of my fucking job, it's still been a non-issue. I can't avoid telling them forever, but I probably won't do it till after I move back to Washington in 14 months.
Then the shit shall hit the fan. And my parents probably won't talk to me for several years after that.
Hey I missed out on this! Here's my secret: Your puppy didn't run away. I stole your puppy. He's mine now. Sorry.
damasta: good call.
kay: that sucks.
mslittlepea: I am SO coming for my puppy. You wait and see.
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