I have become that blogger. That blogger we all hate more than we hate being called bloggers. At work I’ve become that blogger who whines about how nobody comments on her blog. I can’t believe it.
Every time I say the words “nobody ever comments” my soul flies out out of my body and this semi-transparent ghostlike me gags, rolls its eyes, and pantomimes kicking my ass. How did I become this person? And how do I get rid of her?
I’m Granny Internet, damnit. I started blogging back when there was no such thing as comments. When someone wanted to comment they either e-mailed you or made a comment on their own site and linked to you. Remember those days?
Now here I am all sniveling and needy and begging the youngsters I work with to leave comments. I really got to stop that, because it’s annoying.
I’ve taken to calling myself Granny Internet around The Nerdery because of that slow look of shock and horror that comes across the faces of the young people I work with when they learn that I am 36, which is like 88 in Internet years.
My needy, no-comment getting, sniveling self is forever grateful that they are shocked because, “I would have never guessed you were that old.” But at the same time, when did 36 become THAT OLD? Sheesh. I keep telling them that I am immature for my age. Because, well, that’s true.