I had a comment made about a post of mine by someone who I consider to be a friend saying sometimes they were too shy to post a reply because, in essence, in their wording , “Too many well spoken people read your writings “.Needless to say, compared with the expression of genuine human emotion I couldn’t care a monkey’s whether someone is well spoken or not.
One of the things that draws me to Blogging is the bravery, courage and dignity I meet within its confines. Beside that, whether someone can craft a well-shaped phrase, or not, is of no importance. I have met adventure, courage, humour, warmth, tragedy and bravery and many other inspiring qualities courtesy of this platform. Believe me, to read accounts containing those qualities is a privilege. an absolute privilege, and wondering how those passions and experiences are expressed in words, is as far from my mind as it was possible to be.
Owing to a technical brain which is still in awe of the garden fork I am not remotely capable of adding links or any other thing involving computer wizardry to my blog, but sometimes I wish I could. I would talk about how their writings have moved or inspired me. Apart from anything else I do not wish to embarrass them by drawing “unnecessary” attention to them so I am reticent about using their names, but all are on my Blogroll if you want a clue. I know this is an amusing misplacement of manners, because we are all meant to like being mentioned in other blogs, and linked and ping ponged or whatever it is. I like it myself ( cough splutter ) but I feel in some weird and crazy way, that these people are my friends and deserve the courtesy I would extend to friends in real life.
I know that seems a little odd, and is possibly one of the reasons my Blog continues to be a well-kept secret but, lets face it, no one has every accused me of being over-burdened by sanity. But that’s the pleasure of blogging. You can be mad without having to apologise afterwards