About a month ago, I read an article. The main idea keeps popping back into my mind: NO ONE CARES.
- No one cares what you had for lunch. Stop posting the pic of your latest sandwich.
- No one cares about your life. Stop tweeting things like, “I’m so down,” and “Ugh. Really?”
- No one cares what you have to say. Stop blogging.
The general premise of the article was on target. Most of us really don’t care what someone else recently ate. (Let’s start a trend of photographing “what I ate two days ago,” to counterbalance the onslaught of “before” pictures. Who’s with me? What…no takers? Really?! You people are no fun.) The “fishing for sympathy” messages truly do irk me. Sometimes they’re legitimate expressions of need. In general, though, some people can’t take life without drama, real or imagined. I prefer mine imagined. On TV only. Complaining about your hangnail equals an instant unfollow.
For the last 60 days, I’ve taken a bit of a hiatus from blogging—and from writing in general. “Comedy of errors” doesn’t begin to describe our summer. The computer fiasco ended right about the time I read that article and I began questioning whether to continue the blog. Is the lost sleep worth it? (I try to blog after the kids are in bed…nothing kills a creative moment like hearing, “Mama! Should the toilet water be spilling onto the floor? I tried to use the plunger, but now it’s stuck…”)
Then, we had several more leaks in our house (yes, that makes seven). The previous owner did most of his own work and used faulty connections for the pipes. It’s been a game of “find the pipe connector before it finds us.” We also do most of our own work but—not to sound haughty—we do it right. Our son’s ceiling is now completely replaced, thanks to two separate leaks. Kitchen, laundry, bathroom…all in various stages of progress. Hubby replaces pipes and hangs the sheet rock. I do the mud (plaster) and paint. And we do a darn good job. Which also means that most nights I fall into bed, exhausted, no mental energy left for blogging.
Right after—as in, 30 actual minutes after—we finished re-piping our bathroom, the boy came out of the spare bedroom where he was sleeping until said ceiling was finished. “I think there’s a fire under the house!” I ran into Spare Oom (yes, we’re Lewis fans) and listened. Not fire. Water. Please, no.
A connector on our hot water heater was shooting a light spray onto the vent ducts under the house. At 11 pm.
Hubby crawled under the house, pointed to the pipe, then touched it. The pipe FELL OFF. Hot water splashed everywhere. We shut off the hot water, and went to bed, defeated. Right after cold showers.
We called a plumber to fix the water heater and give us a quote to re-pipe under the house. About a week later, I noticed a definite drop in water temperature. The plumber was coming out to re-pipe, so we mentioned it to him. When Hubby opened the door to the crawl space, they found three inches of steaming water under the house. Another connector had burst and hot water had been pouring out for days.
That’s just a snapshot of our summer.
But back to my original thought. Should we blog? Do people care?
Blogging is different. Very few bloggers have nothing interesting to say. When browsing random blogs, I find all sorts of amazing information, enriching perspectives and honest thoughts. Five. In over a year of blogging (and reading), that’s the approximate number of blogs not worth the time I spent reading. Even if the blogger’s ideas conflicted with my own or the content struck me as inappropriate, the ability to connect with someone else’s mind and see through their eyes created an amazing experience.
For me, blogging is therapy. I hope you Read, Follow, Love, but if not, that’s okay. I’m happier when writing. Hubby looked over at me a few days ago. “So. When are you going to start blogging again?” He had that look in his eye. No, not THAT look. The other look. The one that says, “you’re getting twitchy and irritable and I want you to stop.” He’s happier when I’m writing. The kids are happier.
So, writer of the terrible, horrible, no-good, very-discouraging article, you actually proved the opposite of your point. People do listen. People do read. Words matter. And from now on, I’ll write what I please, because even if no one else reads it, I need to write it. Consider yourself unfollowed.
Also, please find attached a picture of my dinner from three days ago.
Posted on August 28, 2015, in Blogging101, Water, Writing101 and tagged adoption, blogging, blogging101, discouraged, dripping water, family, leak, pipe, summer, writing, writing101. Bookmark the permalink. 44 Comments.