Who are you people?

It’s so funny. I’ve almost never posted a comment to a blog. Like once. Or maybe twice. I can’t remember. I read them. Some regularly. Well, as I’ve posted before, maybe five, regularly. Some are of my established “imaginary friends” whom I somewhat know from my favorite message board. Some are of complete strangers. In either context, I haven’t felt comfortable commenting. Part of me feels like a voyeur, I think. So I’m a little uncomfortable in that position. But then I remind myself: Hey, they’re putting this out there. But then I think, yeah, they’re putting this out there for . . . I don’t exactly know who, but figure they do. I figure I don’t know them intimately enough to comment. Figure these other people who comment have actually laid eyes on these bloggers. I’m so 1990. Or 2000. I’m so out of it I don’t even know when all this cyber-stuff began.

At the end of the day, though, I suspect I’m just an introvert. IRL and in cyberspace. An I is an I is an I, wherever she goes. I’m just a born eavesdropper. The plight of the introvert. Probably especially an introverted N (of the Myers-Briggs type indicators). So I lurk. Ooo. That doesn’t sound good. I lurk. I don’t like that www-word. Sounds so . . . shady. Am I shady because I don’t comment? Are you shady, because you don’t comment? Hmm. Maybe. (can you hear the laughter in my voice? I hope so.)

I think I need to comment on other people’s blogs more. Because now I know that bloggers get stats. Who knew? Not I. So then bloggers are left with these stats. Like 18 people looked at your blog today, for instance. And you find yourself wondering . . . Who are these people? Can you even name 18 people? And are they not commenting because they read your stuff and they found it to be a complete waste of their perfectly good time? Or are they not commenting because they’re introverted. And they’re lurking. And they’re shady. . . . Hmmmm. Who are these shady people? Perhaps they’re imaginary.

The thoughts I think today.