Since there is no other way to contact you back in response to the comment you left, I figured I'd devote an entire entry to my rebuttal. Hope that jives with you, Anon.
For those outsiders reading in, here was the comment: "u know, you really need a life. ur blog is starting to get quite boring. isnt there anything else interesting to talk about?" I directly copied and pasted.
Perhaps it is just me, but when I write online, I hardly use "netspeak," outside of the standard "lol." Personally, I find it annoying. In this case, especially, when you properly spelled the word "you," instead of "u," not even two words later, it irritated me. What was the point in that? Was it really that much shorter and easier to type? If it was, then, okay, fine. It just seems ridiculous. I applaud the correct use of the comma though.
The second sentence is confusing; "ur blog?" No, I am a person. If you meant, "your," I only understand it because "ur" not the only one who spells it that way -- unfortunately. I mean, whatever. I'm not trying to rip you to shreds, Anon, I am merely stating how I felt when I read it. It took me awhile to get past those facts to the real message.
Ah, yes, the real message. Where do I even begin? Well, I'd love to say I enjoy comments and usually they are pleasant, "love your blog," or "this is how I can relate because," and they go on to explain. Those are great! So I must admit I was put off guard when I read this particular one. I have no life? Really? Compared to who, precisely? Yourself? This is where I wish you weren't anonymous and I could've followed a link back to your blog so I can read about your never-ending thrill ride of a life. Assuming, that is, you "have a life," or a blog. The adverb "really," implies to me that I am in a state of supreme desperation. As if I'm on my last leg to get any sort of life established. Gee, thanks?
My blog is starting to get quite boring, you say? Does this mean you've read my blog in the past and only now it has become boring? I cannot tell if you express mock or genuine concern for the welfare of my blog. I agree that I've written about the more mundane aspects of my life recently, but what is wrong with that? I do not believe every sentence I write should end with an exclamation point nor every story I tell leave the reader stunned and awed. I think, more than anything, I fail to grasp your point. I figure to assuage you, I have two choices. I can go out and get drunk, party, have a lavish lifestyle then choose to rant and rave about those exciting tales, or fabricate such a lifestyle. I'd rather be truthful, thus it seems I must change my living habits. Okay, let's see if that works.
Alas, the last sentence. I suppose there are more interesting things to talk about, Anon. For instance, how a girl got run over by a golf cart at school today. Does that pique your interest? Honestly, I think that is or isn't inteesting, depending on who you ask. I think the girl involved thinks otherwise. It was probably horrific and life-threatening in her eyes. Therefore, interesting is a relative term, based on one's unique perspective. If you think what I say now is uninteresting, then by all means, do not feel obligated to keep reading my blog. Shoot, you probably won't even be reading this if you so strongly think I am a total bore. Wow, wouldn't I feel like a dope for taking all this time and effort to respond and you never read it. A huge dope, indeed.
With that said, I certainly pray you do.
Lizzie, author of the apparently boring blog, The Dreams That Make Us Real.