I'm feeling guilty. I love to participate in blog hops, but when someone follows me, I feel that I have to reciprocate and follow back. That means getting even more behind in my blog reading. That means neglecting house chores. And, if I do house chores, I feel guilty because I'm not reading posts, or writing my own posts. I need to remind myself why I started writing a blog.
So, when I started my blog, did I care how many people were following? (The answer is 'no'.) I couldn't (and still can't) believe how many great blogs there are to read out there. Some of you guys are terrific writers, and I'm very, very envious. Me? I hope that when you read my posts you feel like you're talking to a friend. Maybe your best friend, or your sister ('cause if you know anything about me, you know that I don't have friends, I have sisters!).
How many of y'all have met people in real life that you've "met" through blogging? I may have an opportunity to meet a terrific lady that I've been reading since I discovered blogs, but,to tell you the truth, I'm a little anxious about it. What if we don't have anything to say once we actually meet? (I really don't foresee this happening, though) Then there's a fairly new blogging friend who lives across the county. We've been at the same place at the same time, and we've known we'd be there, but haven't actually met yet. How weird is that? We just can't seem to get it together.
Okay, now be honest: How many of you talk about people you read in your real-life everyday conversation? I find myself being careful when I talk about something I've read. I don't want to seem like a weirdo or a person without a life, so I'll say things like "I read somewhere...", or "Somebody said..." Then I feel a little guilty because I feel like I've let somebody down by not giving them the proper credit.
I'm just a guilt-ridden woman. Must be the ol' Catholic Guilt thing. Speaking of which, I feel guilty not posting about my faith enough. The only explanation I have for all of this guilt is hormones. Or lack of.
Now, to top all of the blogging guilt, MS called last night. His rugby team is having a family reception at one of the coaches' houses. On Friday night. When there's a home football game. When the band boosters take care of the concessions. Did I mention it's Fall Break for them so we're already going to be short-handed? He said he wants one of us to be there, and CH runs the chains, so guess who it's going to be? (Breathe, Mary, Breathe) I can do this: I can leave work, go the high school, get the condiment table ready, wrap some hamburgers, then go to the reception. I may even be able to make it back to the game when it's over to help clean up. Maybe. But not likely. This is a good thing, yet a bad thing about MS going to school so close to home.
Back to blogging guilt: CH asked me to get him some water. Did I? Uh, no. I was too busy writing this post, and kinda forgot about it. (Yes, I realize this post is all over the place, but I will not feel guilty about it!)
And now I'm going to go to bed, 'cause this guilt thing has worn. me. out!