It’s the annual de-lurker program!

It’s time for my annual* de-lurker post!  Those of you who read but never comment, this one’s for you.

I know you’re there. Yes, you. The reader who shows up so loyally, but never comments. You’re a blog lurker. Don’t be offended – I’m a blog lurker too. I stalk the hell outta some blogs and never comment or make my presence known. Totally guilty – I’ll own it, no probs.

But just so you know, it’s not because I don’t feel like I have anything important to add to the post, and it’s definitely not because I don’t enjoy other bloggers, because I read some amazing blogs by some amazing writers, mostly, I lurk because I’m just extremely lazy.

I know, I suck. I’m a blog reading asshole.  Much like my asshole cat, who likes to wake Jon and I up in the MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT WITH MEWS OF GLORY TO ANNOUCE THAT HE’S SUCCESSFULLY HUNTED A BIRD.

Anyway, if you ARE a blogger, you know why I suck. You probably know how awesomesauce it is to have people post comments on your posts.  That they feel the need to interact with you, to let you know they were here, they heard you, and they agree {or don’t, whichever}. So knowing this, it only makes sense that I {the blogger} should de-lurk and comment on others blogs as well, but I don’t.

Anyway.

Those of you who stumbled upon this blog by accident, this one’s for you.

Those of you who read because you like to snigger at my life, this one’s for you also.

Those of you who work with me are too shy to tell me you read my blog, I suppose it’s for you too.

Those of you who read but don’t like to admit it, this one’s ESPECIALLY for you.

Is there anybody out there?  This one is for you, lurkers.

There’s no pressure, you guys, no judgies.  This is your moment.

COME HITHER AND TELL ME YOUR TALES.

Who are you?

Where are you?

Why are you?

How are you?

 

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*Totes made that up, don’t think I’ve ever done this before.

36 comments

  1. Cath says:

    My name is Cath. I’m still in a rehabilitation programme after spending some time with an insane housemate during the middle to late parts of last decade.

    I lurk here, all the time, and basically do it so I can laugh at you and then leave smirky little comments that some people like me regard as “communication”. 😛

    YOU LOVE ME.

  2. Lee-Ann says:

    Oh I like this 🙂 I stumble on your blog from time to time via twitter, so hello. I’m Lee-Ann. I’m at work. I’m tired because it’s Monday, and because I hosted a Murder Mystery Party. I hope you’re having a good day 🙂

  3. Michelle says:

    Shucks, I’m such a bad lurker. Usually because I read blogs on my phone and most times struggle to comment.

    I’m here as always *waves*
    🙂

  4. Heidi says:

    Hello I’m Heidi, this is one of 3 blogs that I actually bother to read.

    It’s not cos I think I’m important, it’s cos I’m bad at making time for non-work related stuff and reading blogs reminds me that I haven’t actually blogged in over a year, and I’m trying to deny that fact.

    I’m at work, worrying about work, worrying about the wedding in 3 weeks, worrying about the move to Jozi in 4 weeks, worrying about Syria (ok, that one’s a lie).

    I am clearly not fine and I need a PA. I will pay in cookies, anyone interested?

  5. Tara says:

    Haaaai (Say it like Stich from Lilo & Stitch when Lilo picks him up from the shelter)

    Long time lurker. 😀 I suck at commenting. But ja, I read more or less each post when it pops up in my reader and I have to look like I’m actually working…!

  6. Rob Valentine says:

    Hi, I’m Rob. I can’t remember when or why I started reading your blog. It may have been a link off 6000 or just straight off Twitter. I suck at commenting though – and only rarely do so if cajoled or if there’s a good reason.

    So yeah. I’ll see if I can comment more so your poor cat is fed. Now if I can only figure out how to blog more and tweet more, I might be on to something.

  7. Ankia says:

    I’m so guilty…… Usually I’m too lazy to comment or feel like a chop to just put “lol” because that’s what your blog usually does for me 🙂

  8. Jess says:

    I lurk. A lot. Sometimes people have these weird comment boxes that require you to register/build a puzzle/sell a kidney, and if its too much effort, then I don’t bother.
    I also comment on twitter. Its easier when you are limited to 140 characters. You don’t end up rambling about nothing just to fill a big open text box.

  9. Tamara says:

    I am the lurkiest lurker. I read for relaxation/entertainment. To comment I need to think. Tttoooo mmmuuccchhh ….. Bye Back to my Lurking spot

  10. BiancaW says:

    I lurk, a bit. And comment a bit. But mostly I am waiting for Jon to pop the question! Dont tell him I said that though – he might get pissed off and then NOT ask, just to spite me!

    • Shebee says:

      DUDE. He told me about that and was killing himself laughing at how weird it is that people he meets read my blog. I then reminded him, as I’m about to remind you, that you two have actually met already. At Angel and Glugs’ wedding. Boys!

  11. Flarkus says:

    Annnd… then I reminded you that I wasn’t at their wedding, hahaha! Although I have met Angel, when I fetched some tequila-infused cupcakes 🙂

  12. Cheryl says:

    A bit late, but here goes… (I don’t always get time to read my personal mails. So I leave the important ones unread and clean them out every two months. Or 6 months. Yes, I know, not a good habit and not very productive…)

    Who are you?
    I’m Cheryl. I spend my days slaving away at a job I hate because I don’t have the guts to start freelancing. Or look for something better. I prefer the easy way out and stay where I am, making me unhappy. It’s a vicious cycle. Other than that, I’m also a writer, painter and fellow nail addict. Although my nails always look bad.

    Where are you?
    Good old Johannesburg. I love it here.

    Why are you?
    Because you’re awesome. I can’t really remember how I found your blog, a few years ago. But I did. And I love it. (At the risk of sounding a little bit crazy and stalker-ish, I really admire you. Who you are, in your “everyday” going abouts, and professionally. You seem so successful in all avenues of your life. And just to be clear, I base my admiration on what I read here. I’m no stalker. Lol. I did you meet you once tho, at a movie screening I won tickets to.)

    How are you?
    Despite my ramblings in the first paragraph, I’m good. I live with the love of my life and two cats, since moving to Jozi in 2010 (Best decision of my life – small town girl moving in with her boyfriend after just 3 dates. But hey, my fairy tale worked out just fine, and what more could a girl ask for?

  13. Cheryl says:

    Oops, I ready “Why are you?” as “Why are you here?”

    My bad.

    Why am I? I dunno yet. Some wise dude said there are only important days in your life. The day you are born and the day you figure out why. Guess I’m still figuring that part out.

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