I'm not going to lie....

I read a lot of blogs, way too many, because there a lot of good ones, and I have the time. I imagine responses to them as if we're actually having a conversation. I actually comment more than I would have thought, since I'm more comfy lurking than interacting - too exposed jumping into the fray, being borderline agorophobic in my menopausal haze. Member the Chris Farley SNL character who always blurted out stuff, then cringed because everything he said was stupid? But he can't stop himself? That's me lately. The words clunk out or fail sometimes. But.

When I bridge the gap, speak up, mangle a response, try to say something nice, connect, compliment or just me too, well, maybe I did, maybe I didn't. I can't remember. Some sites have delayed comment approval, some take a while to show up, some disappear into the ether, some I can't remember if I wrote it in my imagination and just thought I sent it. I can get pretty tangled backtracking my comments, and webhopping, and if I ever look like I'm stalking your page, honestly, I'm not. I'm just wondering did I babble something out there? Did anyone babble back? Are there more nifty comments? More cool people to read? I get lost a lot. My daily internet history is ridiculous. Can I really be this disorganized, even in my most rudimentary of social interactions? Perhaps. Maybe. And so it goes.

If I commented and it was a lame babble, sorry. If I said nothing and meant everything, sorrier still. I'm reading you, whenever I can, you're all mostly fascinating, and I find new, interesting tangents and get more tangled everyday.

So I'm just saying, it was nice sortof maybe almost or actually chatting with you! So glad you're out there.