I’ve read a couple… or maybe a couple hundred now… times about the importance of blog etiquette. Acknowledging each other and such. You know… we all care how many hits we get, and what better way to promote that than, “You follow me, I’ll follow you,” or, “I comment on everything I read so people will click me.”
I guess I do have some rules of etiquette. I make sure I respond to every comment on my posts. [Thank God I’m not famous!] Not sure about manners… it’s just the only life I have. I picked a forum in one weekly prompt and respond religiously to it, no matter who the participants are each week. That has a lot to do with how much time I have.
I have a handful of blogs I’ve discovered where very good fiction gets written and I will continue to shamelessly plug them, except for Marian’s, because I blush uncontrollably every time I read her escapades with the friend’s husband or with Mr. Intrigue. Please don’t mistake any of that for a plug… even though it really looks like one.
When I was thirteen, I noticed something that so far, I have never met anyone else who has noticed. My thoughts are not my own. They occur whether I initiate them or not. With me, that’s a pretty wild ride sometimes! And as always, thanks for reading! ♥
We live in this world of ownership where people claim copyrights and stuff. We stomp our feet down and stake claims to things and ideas that were never ours and which we were certainly not the first to find, think, or say. It’s so funny because one of the classical arguments for our own existence is that we initiate thought! Je pense donc je suis! But it’s just not true.
Descartes, if you’re rolling over in your grave, get over yourself. You’re so yesterday. Why would such a principal foundation of philosophy be centered on selfishness? That very thought was not your own!
So just seriously, I’m here to bleed. I love you all for being my razor or for being my tourniquet. If I leave a comment on your blog, I don’t need anything in return. If I leave a comment there or a post here, it’s because something inside me gave me a gift I don’t feel belongs to me. I’m just sharing it.
I love hearing when one of you says what I wrote mattered, but it doesn’t belong to me any more than my thoughts did. The way of things in life is that whoever I matter to the most… will likely thank someone who only knew me before I died. I’m good with that.
Etiquette is art, like any other form. If you share it, it will often be appreciated. But lots of us don’t appreciate etiquette, and that should never stop us from sharing it. Like all other art, it was never ours to keep. It was a gift that was meant to be shared.
Cogito ergo sum gratus.
© 2012 Anne Schilde