This is a post only bloggers will "get". But those of you curious non bloggers, read on for a glimpse inside the twisted mind of an addicted blogger...
I had a shock realisation the other day. Not everybody in the world uses Internet Explorer. And Internet Explorer has its limitations and issues. But its the only browser that shows fonts up nicely.
Internet Explorer made my Book Club Page malfunction.
Google Chrome and Firefox work perfectly... but oh the ugliness of the display!
Oh the jaggy-edged fonts!
My pretty pretty screen font that I loved. Looked Awful. Awful.
So now I have reverted to plain old Georgia, which is the best of a bad bunch in all the browsers.
Have I lost you yet?
Or do you feel my pain?
Is this my screen's inadequacy, is it just me, or does Google Chrome show fonts up badly for all of you?
That's my first dilemma, with a question:
What browser do you use? And how do the fonts show up for you?
My next dilemma, Mrs Readalot's Book Club.
Mrs Readalot is perplexed. And mortified. Not one comment on her last post! (see how I remove myself from Mrs Readalot's pain?)
Mrs Readalot may just be a bookworm, but she has blog addictions too.
Can you hear her insecurities screaming, "Love me! love me! Leave a comment!"
And no replies to any Book Club Discussions. Shame, Mrs Readalot. You have failed to move your audience. Even those pictures of the Bound Feet did not evoke a single murmur.
Mrs Readalot thought at first it was a broken page. Nobody could post. In a panic she contacted BlogFrog. They told her, try it in another browser, and oh boy, it was 100% fine and dandy in Ugly Google Chrome.
Which mean *gulp* that nobody had even tried to vist her.
Now Mrs Readalot is lost. She asks meekly: Did people really want a bloggy bookclub? Does anyone know how to run one of these things? How do you do it? What do you do? (what do you people want????) Help!
OK, so now that Mrs Readalot has got her issues embarrassingly out on the table, its time to reveal my own secret obsession.
Followers.
There I said it. I admit it. I want Followers.
Yeah, I know that Followers aren't everything. I know that the number in the Follower box is but a small percentage of actual readers.
I also know that many people click "follow" and never visit again.
So why do I get so excited when I log on and see that I have a new follower?
Or so embarrassingly bummed when I spot... one less.
All my insecurities shout, "They don't like you!! You p***d someone off!" or "Your blog is boring... they're sick of you and your endless issues..."
See what I mean? Shamefully woefully insecure about things that really don't matter.
I can tell myself that somebody who once clicked "follow" and never visited again was having a cull and couldn't remember me and my lovely blog... Yeah Right. As if I listen to such logic! I'm far too obsessed for such platitudes.
And then. I go blog visiting. And I see Follower Numbers that have me drooling.
500+ Followers! 800+ Followers!! 1000+ Followers!!
Its a case of the more you get the more you want.
I remember when I was a brand new blogger, and a member of the MBC Under 100 Followers Club. Reaching 100 Followers was the Promised Land.
And now look. I reached 200. Still not satisfied.
300. Still want more.
*Sigh*
{is enough followers ever enough?}
So there it is, lovely readers, precious followers and silent lurkers.
I will post this in a few moments, putting myself out there to be mocked and scorned.
Those of you secure in yourselves will shake your heads and think, "There goes another victim of the Information Age..."
Will you judge me for my insecurity? Will you turn away from my shameful neediness? Or do you share my affliction?
Speak to me. Reassure me. Pat me down.
Be my friend, Like me. Follow me!
Visit Poor Mrs Readalot's Bookclub and tell her what you want.
And please please tell me which browser you use and whether I can safely return to my lovely Webfont or if I must stay here forever... in Georgia.
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