I’ve become one.
This blogging business is bringing out a very ugly side of me. I’ve become unrecognizably competitive about the number of comments my posts attract. I’ve started seeing them as blog-currency. The more you have the richer you are. And my greed for them is insatiable. I know I said I’m an ascetic – but that was just to get a full comment box.
I’ve started having vicious thoughts about my friends and fellow bloggers. Why did Nandita’s martyred post on "being taken seriously" get 10 comments when my far more interesting post on Cuckold got only 9? At last count I managed to beat the 2 comments that Gotham’s definition of ‘callous’ attracted by 3 with my witty definition of ‘blogstipation’ but he’s catching up. And what will it take to achieve Dr. Chopra’s ability to attract comments in the double digits within hours of posting an entry? How many comments will the manipulative portrayal of my “sensitive” side in my post on gossip be able to squeeze out of readers? What provocative subject should I exploit next? Shall I plagiarize someone else’s philosophies? Create an abusive childhood? Hire an out of work programmer to post responses? Anything!
My lust for comments is out of control and consumes my every thought – both waking and reposed.
As soon as I post, I’m crazed as I hit reload over and over again, waiting for the first comment and when one is posted, it’s a blissful high. But the relief is temporary. In no time at all, I’m back at the reload button waiting for the next one and then the next… I don’t care what they say. I just want more.
It’s an addiction, I know – and I should just cold-turkey by turning off the comments option – but I’m not ready for detox. Just a few more… it’s cool. Give them to me.
I’ll do
anything
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ha ha ha..this was one helluva hillarious post i have read in a long time;-)
really the craze is that insatiable!!!?;-)
Brilliant–it cuts to the quick. I know the feeling. When does the ego not overwhem us? In writers, the ego is a supperating wound–it never heals. Comments are salve, but only for temporary relief. You always need more palliative.
Cuckold?
@ Bob
the ego kicks in when we start "believing" we are that manifestation of an outward regime.
writers, poets, actors, teachers etc etc -all names invented by us.
if i write something i call myself a writer and then starts the useless frivolity of eneding attention etc.
theres something more to each one of us than this
look at the evolution that happened
cavemen made art figures on walls which are today heralded as master pieces- but for them it was something that was a normal day work:)
we as humans need to traverse this.
we arent writers, actors, singers or anything
we are all we become in this moment thats all
you write coz at that moment thats all that will give you peace. expecting after that is killing the purity of it.
like you cant hold the rainbow in your hands- you can have it in your heart forever:)
Haha love this thread – it is so true.. .. I generally write my own comments – maybe i should continue to do so under a different name ?