Dear Big-Time Bloggers,
I just got done reading a post by a big-time blogger that was all about me. Of course, she never took the opportunity to tell her readers that she was talking about me, but the post was all about me. Heaven forbid she actually give a little blogger any positive feedback? She may lose some of her loyals.
You see, I was stupid. It won’t be the first or last time. I ignorantly shared a link with her about a silly little post I wrote about breastfeeding. I had no idea she was a big-time. I was just doing what I do…using the internet as my corridor to a world where there are other adults.
A few days ago, after my big no-no, (how dare I share a link on a big-time blogger’s site?) this big-time blogger then came over and gave me a non-committal comment, which I should be sooo grateful for since she is a big-time blogger and I am not. She then said something a little more rude about me on her own site, which is her prerogative as it’s her site. She went to her twitter and unleashed her forces on me, which one again I should be so happy about because a big-time blogger can’t even fathom the idea that I was just sharing something on the internet because I thought it would make her smile.
Of course the only reason I share anything on the internet is so that I can become famous, like her. Nope I haven’t been sharing things on the internet for the past seven years just because it’s what I love to do. I have only been sharing because I am just waiting for that big break. I am just dying over here to gain the power of Lord Voldemort so that I can command my minions to reek destruction on the little muggles of the world. Everyone knows a little-time blogger must not be worth anything. If they were, they would be at the top of the heap.
You see, I am not a big-time blogger. I don’t play with the big gals. I am just a nobody to them.
If I was a somebody then I would surely get some answered e-mails from time to time, but I am not a somebody. I am a nobody.
Being the nobody that I am, I should be worshiping the ground that these ladies walk on.
Well, guess what? I am not.
I learned early on in life that just because you aren’t in with the “in” crowd, it doesn’t mean that you are a nobody. And when you do get “in” with the crowd because you lost 50 pounds to do so and hung onto the coattails of your popular brother and sister as tight as you could, it doesn’t necessarily mean that is the place you want to be.
The popular ladies are not always the best ladies. They are not even the ladies that anyone really prefers to hang out with. Sometime people just want to be with them because they are big-time. That’s it. Once I am with them, they may just make me feel like a streetwalker. I may be in with the heathers, but if I have to be at the bottom of the pecking order, I will come to realize that I don’t want to be there at all. I may just prefer to go back to my own little bubble, where there may be only my family and friends(and a few hundred people who found me on the internet). I will realize that it’s the non-popular place that I want to be because that is where people truly love me for who I am. My own little bubble is a place that everyone matters and no one has to live their lives just to impress other people.
And that would make me smart. Very smart.
So, hey you big-time bloggers. I may be an idiot. I may have no business being on the internet, but guess what? That is the beauty of the internet. It’s a place where everyone belongs. Even you belonged before you were discovered.
I love the internet. I love blogging on the internet. I may never hit the big-time but the internet is the forum that I use to say screw you popular girls. I don’t have to kiss up to you or make you feel more special than me. I don’t even have to conform to your way of thinking.
I am who I am. I say what I want to say. I can leave comments where I want to leave comments. I can read other comments by the other nobodies. All the nobodies that make you the big-time blogger. But, me, I am just me. Take me or leave me.
And one of these days, there is going to be an uprising. The nobodies are going to say, “hey, we don’t like being treated like nobodies” and they are going to ban together to make their space on the internet more powerful than the big-times. (Or maybe I just live in a fantasy novel where good always conquers evil)
And Just like in Can’t By Me Love, I am going to fair alright, despite myself.
Even if it leaves me with just my husband on the back of his mower.
And that will be just fine, because I’ve been blogging long enough to know that he may be the only person who still stands with me at my worst. It’s such a koinky dink that my worst happened when I reached out to you, you big-time blogger. I hope you are ever so pleased with yourself. You have arrived. You are at the top. It must feel so incredible.
As for me, I am off to read all the posts on my blog reader, where I will be removing your blog. You see, I prefer the little time bloggers. I don’t think that they are as full of themselves.
And next time, if you want to attempt an apology, I have a simple word of advice. Of course you probably won’t read this, but I guess I will throw it out there for the enlightenment of my friends who already know common courtesy. The things you learn on little people blogs.
Love Yours truly,
P.S. I think that Prairie Mama handled herself like a little time blogger. And I say that to be very complimentary. Really.