I follow what, to me, seems like a lot of blogs. The blogs I love, I love a lot, and this is probably because I can actually form a relationship with the people who write them by coming to appreciate their talents as writers and people. I don’t really follow the behemoth blogs like Dooce* because it’s difficult to strike up a rapport with a blogger whose readership totals the same population as the EU. That’s just me, though.
*And the thing is that I think I could make a good friend for Dooce. We both grew up in the suburbs of Memphis. I mean, I get her.
So I notice when bloggers go missing. I start to get nervous.
“What happened to ***? Did her evil boss finally do her in? Shall we release the hounds?”
“I need a laugh about sorority life. So where’s ***? Spring Break has got to be over with by now.”
It goes on. I get fixated on these bloggers’ unannounced hiatuses. I forgive them, because y’know, life gets in the way sometimes of documenting new low-sodium recipes, posting pictures of LOLcatz, and detailing the pains of dental work. I get it. I’m guilty of it too.
But seriously, guys, just phone home every so often. I’m your weird Internet mommy who wants to know you’re alive. Just check in. Please? Pweese?