Diaries are a lot like reading a fantasy story book that is delivered in installments.
Thanks to a post by one of my buddies, I learned a new meaning to an old word, "Lurker". I'm sure you already know the word (to me it will always be the lower level denizens of Babylon 5) - but I didn't, being very new to the game of actually writing down my innermost thoughts and allowing other people to see them, comment on them, and make fun of them.
Google says "Lurker" is not a dirty word. The word lurker originally referred to someone who read a news group or followed an electronic conference but never posted or wrote anything to it. Now it includes people that follow along with the storyline of the diary or blog, but who do not participate actively.
I admit it. I'm guilty. I follow a link through a note or comment to someone's diary or profile and then to a listed favorite or two, escaping guiltily, without comment, after perusing recent entries - as if I've found the locked diary of my sister or best friend and managed to get it open without a key. Sometimes I add the link to my IE favorites, sometimes I add them to my Diaryland buddy list so I can remember to come back again and again.
Which brings me to the point of today (which, since I have a rather important meeting and still have not showered - enjoy the visual - had better come quickly).
I've said before, I never meant to be read. Just to sit quietly pouring out here what could not be poured anywhere else, telling the story of Ben and Anna so it will never be forgotten. Then I found I rather liked knowing there were some unknown souls stopping by, and was strangely uplifted in heart and soul by an encouraging note or a comment about a poem or entry.
Now, I am like the junkie who needs a fix. When an entry moves no one, I fear it was bad, ineffective, disappointing, or simply boring. Or perhaps using the term "review" for my comments area is confusing.
The occasional cute banners bring lookie sees, but I've visited diaries with dozens of people who list them as favorites (meaning they remember to return I suspect, as that's what I use them for). And to entries that have as many as 30 comments. What extraordinary pleasure those writers must get in knowing they are affecting another life.
So if you feel the urge - just say hi. Leave a high five, or a raspberry on occasion. If you don't - that's really ok too. You are welcome to come back and visit any time.
And I'm going to do better about leaving a note or comment of my own to you who provide me with a tear, a smile or an inspiration.
Love me, or hate me, just don't let me be lonely.
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