Well…that escalated quickly.
I’ve been blogging for three years, and as of today, 94% of my traffic has come in the last ten days in the form of a million views for that post about beautiful and ugly and everything in between. I’m not exactly sure what happened… Did it get forwarded and Facebooked by enough people to catch momentum, or did the secret rulers of the internet choose it at random for public consumption?
All I know is that apparently a million of you read it. Some of you liked it…and some of you didn’t like it. And some of you really didn’t like it. And that’s fine. If we didn’t have different opinions, there wouldn’t be much point to writing anything.
While I don’t want to apologize for having a divergent opinion on the subject of beauty, worth, and physical appearance, I would like to apologize to anyone I seriously hurt, either by my words or how those words were interpreted. My intent was to encourage, but collateral damage is sometimes unavoidable.
I find it surprisingly difficult to blog right now. I’d have thought the surge of attention would be a drug to fuel more creative endeavors, but it’s ended up having the effect of a paralytic agent. I thought I’d developed a thick hide, but I realize I’m still more sensitive to criticism than I thought.
Also, as you may have noticed, this blog really doesn’t have a theme. Sometimes I wax philosophical, sometimes I write poetry, and sometimes I just write about goats or picturing STDs as astronauts. I can’t promise you a uniform experience to return to every week.
Who can, really?
I’ll try to give you something worth reading, though. I’ll try to make you think. I’ll try to make you feel. I’ll try to make you laugh.
The short-lived boost of internet quasi-fame is dying off now. My fifteen minutes in the sun are over, for now at least. But the clock keeps ticking. Tick…tick…tick…