Yesterday I received out of the blue an email from a visitor of my blog, whose identity I will protect (because I’m such a good person). He said he took one look at the blog and after 2 seconds left the place because it was too “empty”, he said. Empty? I echoed at him. Yes, empty, he re-echoed. You blind or what? I volleyed. What me blind, have you known a blind man surf the net and send emails? He re-volleyed. Then how come you said my blog is empty? Didn’t you see all those posts? I shot back. I saw those posts all right, I said it was empty because there are no pictures of you or anything else, was his final reply, because I didn’t deem the conversation worth continuing after that.
I don’t owe him or anyone an explanation for not peppering my blog with pictures, videos, etc. Why isn’t there anything else except old boring posts? some passers-by might wonder. Why indeed? Why, for that matter, does the sun rise at the east and not at the west? I know I am making a mountain out of a molehill but the tone of that email was so discouraging, so condescending that the Amazon in me woke up in rage. Well, not exactly rage, but maybe something close to it, maybe seriously annoyed, or should I say a tad incensed?
But seriously, don’t you think I should act my age and let the poor blighter be with his opinion? After all, don’t we live in a free country? He was just voicing his (insignificant) opinion and here I am, fretting and worrying about nothing, nothing at all.
Oh, and the reason I don’t put up pictures? Because I don’t want to.
Naw, you have every right to do what you like with your blog. It's yours, not his. And blogs aren't necessarily personalised flickr or youtube rip-offs after all. I don't like peppering my blog with vids and graphix either unless they're part of my post. Recently I put in an mp3 player loaded with a few favourite songs but it was slowing down everything bigtime so I pulled it off.
ReplyDeleteYeah right. I do hate it when know-it-alls with their I'm-always-right attitude decide I am the perfect cup in which to collect their overflowing greatness and perfection, although sometimes, I hate to admit this, I would cross over into their territory and behave like them!!
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