One day, you wake up and you realize that you have been blogging for a long time.Â Â Â When that happens, there is nothing as invigorating as chatting with a new blogger,Â a new mommybloggerÂ with youthful energy and that special glint in her eye.Â Â Was I once that innocent, so full of hope about the blogosphere?Â Â Â It is a wonderful moment like this that bring me back to when I was “green” and searching for my place in this exciting virtual world we call the internet.Â Â Once I was the student.Â Now I have become the teacher!
Wednesday night on Yahoo Messenger:
She:Â Â Hey,Â Neilochka!Â Â How’s New York?
Me:Â Â Â OK. Pretty good.
She:Â Â Having fun?
Me:Â Â Â Sometimes.
She:Â Â Are you hanging out with xxx-Dad and xxx-Mom now that you’re staying in New York?
Me:Â Â Â No.Â I don’t know them.
She:Â Â You don’t know xxx-Dad and xxx-Mom?Â Everyone knows them.
Me:Â Â Â I’ve seen their names.Â Â I just never read them.
She:Â Â You’ve never read them?Â Everyone reads them.
Me:Â Â Â Well, here’s one who hasn’t.Â Â Maybe I’m waiting for them to read me first.
She:Â Â Ha Ha, I think they’re too busy for that.
Me:Â Â Thanks.
She:Â Â But, wow.Â I thought you were one of those guys.
Me:Â Â Â What do you mean?
She:Â Â Like you knew the big bloggers.
Me:Â Â Â I know some.
She:Â Â Like who?
Me:Â Â Â Like personally?
She:Â Â Like who’s the biggest blogger youÂ talk with?
Me:Â Â Â Hmmm… sometimes I IM with Schmutzie.
She:Â Â Yeah, but she’s not THAT big.
Me:Â Â Â She’s very talented.Â But it’s all relative.Â What makes someone big?
She:Â Â Well, you have a 314 authority in Technorati.
Me:Â Â Â That’s not so big.Â It’s also deceptive.Â Every time someone posts their Interview on their blog, I get aÂ Â link.Â It has nothing to do with my blog or my writing or me.Â 90% of the people who do the interview never even read any of my posts.
She:Â Â But you get the links!Â That’s great.Â I wouldn’t mind having those links.
Me:Â Â Â What are you going to do with those links?
She:Â Â That’s how you get on people’s blogrolls and you get even bigger.
Me:Â Â Â I’m looking at your blog right now.Â Look at your blogroll.Â All you have on it — are the same five blogs as everyone else.Â They’re never going to put you on their blogrolls.Â Hey, I don’t see me on YOUR blogroll.
She:Â Â I only put a select few.Â The ones I read every day.
Me:Â Â Â So, you don’t read mine every day.
She:Â Â I read it every three days.
Me:Â Â Â So, there you go.Â You’re on my blogroll.Â And you treat the ones who are ignoring you better than the one who isn’t.
She:Â Â You have a point there.
Me:Â Â Â It makes me think that if I didn’t put you on my blogroll, I would actually be MORE interesting to you.
She:Â Â Maybe.
Me:Â Â Â And that’s crazy.
She:Â Â I know.Â Did you get to see Bossy during her road trip?
Me:Â Â Â Huh?Â I don’t know Bossy.
She:Â Â You don’t know Bossy?Â Oh, well, it was great finally chatting with you.
Me:Â Â Â Yeah, it was fun.Â Don’t get so caught up in these things. It will drive you crazy.
She:Â Â I know.Â I’m too sensitive.
Me:Â Â Â It happens to all of us.Â Like today, I have this new application for Twitter that tells you when someone unfollows you.Â And today, I got a message that X unfollowed me.
She:Â Â Wow, and she’s big. I would be devastated.
Me:Â Â Â Maybe I was rambling too much on Twitter.
She:Â Â Yeah, I can definitely see that happening.