A Comment About Comments

I've been thinking about why reader comments are so important to me. When I first started reading blogs I didn't get it. I lurked around stealing glimpses into people's lives. The truth was that I thought my comments wouldn't matter. I mean, why would anyone want to read what little old me had to say? (What was it that Woody Allen Groucho Marx {thanks for the correction, Natalie} said about not wanting to belong to any club that would have him as a member?) The truth is that we keep our journals online instead of in our bedside table, safely locked away, because we want to share. We long to connect.

I'm not the first blogger to write that there is comfort and safety in sharing with strangers. We write things that sometimes we wouldn't even tell our 'real life' friends. (I still haven't told my mother that I even have a blog.) The comfort comes from hearing that others have been there — that there are like-minded people (and people of different mindsets too) who are interested in what we have to say. The safety comes from the distance. My life's experiences matter to me whether I share them or not, but the support and insight that comes from reaching out is something that I couldn't get from locking my journal in the drawer. Even when a comment is just a 'hello', I'm pleased to know that the world is smaller than it was before.

So if you're here, drop me a line and let me know. It's the difference between looking through the back window and knocking on the front door to say hi. And I promise to do the same when I'm at your place.