When I first started blogging, almost two years ago, there was a vibrant community of bloggers waiting to welcome me with open arms. They were intelligent women (mostly) and men (or at least a man) who wrote wittily and thought deeply about parenting, politics, and something else that begins with a P.
Lately, however, I am starting to feel like Bette Midler in the phone booth at the end of The Rose.
Some people have bid dramatic adieus, some have stopped posting with any regularity, and some stopped reading and then stopped writing. Part of this is due to life’s craziness. Hell, if you have a blog, you’ve probably noticed that I no longer use capital letters when I comment, if I comment at all. That’s because I am breastfeeding with the other hand. My comments are few and far between, but I promise, I am there reading.
Where have all the bloggers gone? Pete Seeger famously asked. As far as I can tell, most of them are on Twitter. So, I went ahead and joined Twitter, and my reaction was much like my response to Tom Cruise: I just don’t get the appeal. Facebook I like. It allows me to get in touch with people from my past lives (how very Shirley MacLaine of me). I also like the updates, which are often witty and usually not too plentiful.
Twitter? Call me old-fashioned, but I like full sentences sometimes. Maybe it is just too casual for someone who likes the formality of the written word. Maybe I am a curmudgeon who cannot accept that the times, they are a’changing. Who knows?
Back in my senior year of high school, when I was filling out financial aid forms, I got totally stressed out because my life was way too complicated for those little spaces on the form. I couldn’t make my situation fit into those tiny boxes. Life is not fill-in-the-blank.
So, by all means, follow me on Twitter. I’ll post every now and again. But, if you want to really know what is going on in my life, you’re going to have to check in here, because my life is too complicated for 140 characters. I have found wonderful new blogs to read, but I miss some of the folks who have moved on. Maybe I am like the ghost on Grey’s Anatomy: I just won’t accept you are breaking up with me.