Saturday, May 5, 2012
You never know what posts will connect with readers and which ones will be quickly scrolled on by. It is like pulling teeth most days to get even a word or two in the form of a comment. I guess tumblr is part of the issue. People seem to just want to quickly glance at a hot shot and then immediately be treated to another image without having to stop and understand why they liked the first image to begin with.
Most days (except those I want to say Fuck it and quit FH), I have come to terms with the fact no matter how much time, or how much thought I put into a post...except for a couple of faithfuls, (thank you!!!) no one is going to bother say a word. I have learned the main reason to blog is not for those who read and comment, but for yourself. Once in awhile however I know a post connected, not by the comments but by an e-mail.
My grocery store encounter last month, which I wrote about in my April 18th edition of The Gentlemen of Marlon Boro, elicited a comment from Bobby and a couple of e-mails from two readers, one from California and one from Germany of similar blood rushes as they walked through a store. (Hardware in CA, another grocery in Germany).
I am not sure why a touch of crack can sometimes be nothing, sometimes even be distasteful and other times be totally orgasmic. I do know however the reason is not the man sporting the cleavage, but instead the head space of the brain that's viewing it.