An embarrassing, but necessary post I’m afraid. I’ve been blogging for 5 months now, and whilst I hardly expected to have a whole armada of religious followers by this point, I am slightly saddened by the fact that some of my posts seem to go by unnoticed, without a single comment in sight, especially as part of the reason I decided to blog in the first place was to meet people and have some interesting discussions, or just, you know, a bit of fun, with ‘em!
Now, this could be for a number of reasons: my blog is still relatively unknown, therefore, I’m not getting a lot of new people stumbling across it (though I do get sufficient enough traffic, so I’m not sure how likely this hypothesis is to be true), the people that do stumble across my blog simply do not have time to comment (also a bit of a wishy-washy theory), the people that do stumble across my blog also do not watch the shows I blog episodically, I intimidate people (part of my more sadistic side would be delighted were this to be true however, I highly doubt it is) or, my least favourite theory, I’m simply not saying anything worth discussing. I confess, a small part of me died inside just writing those last few words- I always aim to be as insightful as possible, in all of my posts. Blogging isn’t just about summarising something after all, but adding to it, noticing things others may not have noticed and expanding on them, unearthing hidden messages and contexts, and so on and so forth…
So what I thought what I’d do was I would use the power of similes to put into context how getting no comments makes me feel, in a (slightly desperate) attempt to appeal to you guys’ better nature and have you all comment more often… here goes!
The following similes all embody the themes of being under-appreciated and/or having your hard work go to waste:
- It’s like a man giving his best performance (you know what I’m talking about) to complete and utter silence.
- It’s like Sisyphus pushing that giant boulder up that hill only to have it roll back down again (for you scholars out there).
- It’s like people painstakingly putting together dictionaries only to have school kids solely use it to look up naughty words.
- It’s like how all those people named during the end credits of movies/TV shows must feel knowing everyone skips the end credits of movies/TV shows.
- It’s like Takahiro Omori elevating the Hell Girl franchise up out of the mud with the addition of Futakomori only for Hiroshi Watanabe to drag the franchise’s name through the mud once more with the horrendously awful Mitsuganae… Yes, I’m still bitter…
- It’s like everyone passing over Magikarp for every single other Pokemon in existence, despite it evolving into bloody Gyarados at just level 20 (what more do you bastards want from it!?)
- It’s like dogs being mans’ best friend even though cats wash, entertain and (sometimes) feed themselves, are far less noisy, far less smelly and far less retarded.
- It’s like spending an hour on both your hair and make-up every morning only to have it all ruined by the wind the second you step out of the door.
- It’s like going to your grandma’s only to find she has a picture of every single one of her grandchildren (including the obscure ones that never visit her) on her mantelpiece apart from you…
- It’s like being a poet.
So, yeah… More comments please! *Awkward grin*