There may be a bit too much 'me' floating around the Internet.
I love interaction and building friendships. I like commenting on blog posts and Facebook posts. I like creating my own presence in cyberspace.
I admit to being a Facebook junkie. I have a lot of free time, I just do. And so, I use it to build connections.
Well, at least that his how I looked at it.
Perhaps I should have just gotten a day job.
Bloggy advice says the best way to build your own blogging community is to put yourself out there and write, write, write. But, you also have to comment, comment, comment. You need to reach out to other bloggers to build an audience and following.
So, I did. I wrote, wrote, wrote. I turned my skin inside out and bared myself, mustering up as much honesty as I dared. I read blogs, I commented on blogs and I built a community. At least, my 'follower' numbers revealed as much. We all know that the actual number of eyeballs reading is a totally different thing.
It isn't just blogging - I spent lots of time on Facebook. I know, I'm prolific, I post a lot. I was connecting, remember? I could no doubt win a Feed Clogger award. But, that is how I communicate, so I thought all was well.
And then the crickets.
Which means silence.
Which means...perhaps I've given too much of myself.
Comments on my blog started to tumble. Comments on Facebook updates started to dwindle and then often stop completely.
I'm a very observant person. I'm not imagining this. It is a reality.
So, either I said something that pissed off a lot of people...
they're tuning me out.
The latter is probably true. I really can't say I blame them.
I didn't intend to be that person. I mean, I thought I was being an attentive friend/reader/entertainer/community builder. But, instead I may have worn out my welcome.
So, I stopped commenting. I stopped keeping up with all the posts in my Google Reader. I drew back. I cut way back on writing. Sort of a knee-jerk reaction if you will.
Maybe making myself scarce would return balance to the universe?
Occasionally someone will come up with a comment about liking my posts - someone I had no idea read me. Or they might comment about something I posted on Facebook and I had no idea that they even paid attention to me. Perhaps they really would notice if I disappeared? Maybe...
But really...it's a Catch 22. I followed the rules, but ignored the idea of moderation and put ALL of me on display. And then my audience moved on.
Did I offend?
I admit to loving the interaction. I admit to loving the idea that people respond to me. I don't think there is any shame in that. I don't write for myself, I write to connect - whether it is a blog post or a Facebook status update. I don't write for praise and kudos - I participate to build friendships.
I'm unlikely to change. So I have a feeling Facebook filters will be put to good use where I'm concerned. That's o.k. I understand - there is a lot of me floating around.
I felt the need to share the fact that I know I'm annoyingly everywhere. I apologize if my approach to keeping connections is...a bit much. I'm sorry if I'm just a little too...quirky, I know it shows in my writing and I'm ever so grateful to my few loyal readers (friends) who put up with me!
I'll continue to be me. And I'll likely continue to put myself out there. I'll likely find new ways to achieve annoying stalkerdom. I'll probably continue writing, but...I will absolutely continue to be Too Much Me.