A Thought [or Three]…

I’ve noticed something a while ago and have been thinking whether I should write a post about this or not but it has been on my mind for some time and I would like to hear other people’s opinion as well. I have discussed it with fellow bloggers [who will remain anonymous] at some point when we met up. I asked them if it was just me but they confirmed my feelings by telling me that they experienced something similar, so I decided to indeed write down my thoughts since after all, this is my blog and I can write whatever I feel like…

8-)

Which is exactly what my first thought is about… I’m not going to pretend to be happy when I’m not. I’m not pretending I never had or have ‘heated’ discussions because after all I’m a passionate person. I’m not going to pretend to be all positive while I might be feeling slightly negative on a particular day when I happen to write a post. Basically what you see -in this case ‘read’- is what you get. That might be a typical Dutch trait but at least it’s one I’m proud of since what you get is honesty as opposed to some -in my opinion- unreal blogs that are out there trying to make things look much nicer than they [probably] are in reality.

Which takes me to my next thought. I’ve noticed some kind of in-crowd in the blogosphere… People who collect your link from a popular blog: add a link on theirs to yours and expect to be linked back to them without ever notifying you, visiting your blog, let alone leave a comment or say at least ‘hi’. True copycats: they hope to get traffic in that way. I check my statistics and I know who visits this blog on a regular basis. I don’t mind quiet readers and I don’t mind when my blog is linked to others. But like in real life it would be nice to at least introduce yourself and say something… but you see, somehow I can even understand that, after all there are shy people in this world as well, so I accept it.

On to my final thought: what I fail to understand is that typical thirteen-year-old kind of playground behaviour where one person [or in this case, ‘the in-crowd’] is so desperately trying to be the most popular of all: collecting links to blogs just to lift on the other’s blog popularity and to get the odd extra comment in. Or they seem to be thriving on the attention they get from visitors who regard them as some divine being. And then true nature shows when they seem to be stepped on their cute little sensitive toes [yes somehow divine beings seem to have extremely sensitive toes!] when the ‘favour’ has not been returned, followed by instant removal of their link to yours. It’s such childish behaviour that it amuses me to a certain level.

I would like to emphasise that I started writing this blog for myself and myself only, then when I moved from the Lowlands to London it started to shift from personal diary to a way to keep my friends and family updated about my expat life over here, a place to record my thoughts and feelings. Then after some time it started to slightly shift again since I started to meet fellow bloggers online and I would leave comments on their blog to get to know them or show my interest in what they had to tell or show. Which often resulted into exchanging links based on mutual appreciation and/or interest. I appreciate real people, those who are not afraid of having an opinion. Those who are not hiding behind masks or pretend to be someone they’re not, people I can relate to.

But you see, this blog is still here for the same purpose after years of writing, which is for me and yes I do feel flattered if people read it and show me they’re interested in what I have to say and leave me a nice comment [or not]. I’m grateful for those who became online friends but like in real life, it takes an effort to become one. And I really don’t feel the need to ‘collect’ or ‘be collected’ by those who are out there just to win lost souls. I don’t need a ‘crowd of followers’ to know that I can be someone, I already am someone, I am defined by me… So the last thing I need is being part of an immature kind of cult that seems to be going on in some parts of this blogosphere. I never wanted to be involved with that playground behaviour when I was twelve or thirteen and I still don’t want to these days, unlike some, I did grow up.

Precious Gifts

I got a letter in last week from the NHS, the National Health Service. I’ll have to make an appointment with the nurse to have another screening done. Ever since I had surgery in March this year, I slightly dread these regular letters but I was fine in August so I’m sure I’ll be fine in January. I should be positive, not worry too much and instead appreciate those precious gifts in life. Gifts that come in all sorts of shapes and colours and most of the time when you least expect it.

I’ve been given a most intriguing gift this year from a special person, it’s like unwrapping layers of shiny, glittery paper, to find another one underneath and I feel like a little girl eager to get to the soul of the present enjoying each moment of unwrapping. I received another one in the shape of an email from a reader a few weeks ago when I wrote a somewhat personal post, a gift that left such an impression on me, I have been speechless for some time thinking about her touching words. She is one beautiful colourful inspiring person.

Then there are: ex-colleagues who became friends over the years, new friends and friends that have been in my life for some time giving me their unconditional gifts in the shape of trust, love, patience and comfort. And let’s not forget the wonderful blog readers and writers out there who leave their gifts on each post that I write. Sharing their thoughts with me, saying hi or reading quietly in the background. Offering me help, comforting words and showing me their amazing support when I need it most.

I believe I have crossed paths with these people for a reason and my life has enriched in many ways by getting to know them each in their own shimmering rainbow coloured way… This morning when I woke up the city was covered with a soft fluffy blanket of fog. And I just stood there for a while enjoying the mesmerising view and let my mind drift away. I counted my blessings. Yes, life can be good and it doesn’t have to be xmas to find gifts: for those who wish to see there is a gift each day of the year…

Happy birthday dad…

© Zesty Gal, A stroll, Lowlands 1998

© Zesty Gal, A stroll, Lowlands 1998

© Zesty Gal, A stroll, Lowlands 1998