I just spent a ridiculous amount of time testing a password protected post in this stupid WordPress app today.
WordPress hates me. There, I said it.
But I’m not really allowed to complain because I’m using the free program…
I had this idea today. I thought I had found a way to make something work, that would allow a little bit more freedom, a few less barriers, in my writing here on this blog. Since I have other blogs where I publish password protected posts all the time with no issues, I’m a little pissed off it’s not working here.
Maybe it’s the theme. Maybe I’ll change the theme. Again.
If you follow me via email I apologize for all the non-working links that ended up in your inbox.
To calm down I went reading other people’s blogs and ended up in the archives of some.
I noticed something prevalent: there are quite a few bloggers who struggle to understand friendships, or any relationship really. But the posts are often vague, hinting at something deeper than one wants to talk about but doesn’t.
It’s challenging, sometimes, when you want to say things and you feel like you shouldn’t because we’re all on the internet.
But it brings up another point. There are many people in my life who do not come straight out and say it but who show me in their body language that they do not like, or approve of, all this sharing that happens on the internet.
Yet, when you look to them for the kind of friendship you may crave, they’re absent, or unavailable, or uninterested, or busy or a number of other, equally valid reasons.
So I sit here in my bubble and wonder: if I follow the norm that is my physical friends, who don’t share on the internet the way I do (but quite possibly lurk…) are they still ‘friends’? Because it has occurred to me that I am the one that has to do the reaching out. If I don’t, the so-called physical friendships don’t happen.
Just the other day I ran into a friend from the neighbourhood and we briefly talked about getting together for coffee. Did we?
No. Or, not yet.
I haven’t reached out, mainly due to time constraints here at the moment, but this isn’t the first time I’ve mentioned it to this friend.
Having mentioned it multiple times in recent months, why hasn’t a simple coffee date happened yet?
Must it be me to set it up?
Another friend, also from the hood, whom I bump into occasionally – same kind of scenario.
I know instinctively that if I were to send a text out right now, they both would say yes (after consulting calendars and kids schedules and all the rest of it).
But why does it have to be me?
It makes me wonder if we’re all loners, or introverts. Or maybe just not as socially inclined as some others.
I see friendship as a two-way street; why is it up to only one person to maintain the relationship?
That’s the message I’m getting.
Then there’s us, the bloggers, the writers. We get frustrated when we can’t empty our heads, so to speak. So we turn to blogs. Like me and my endless drivel that often makes up my own blog. Drivel that feels ‘dealt with’ when I hit publish. And, if I’m brutally honest, validated at the likes and comments that come back. Especially comments.
You seem to get me in a way that a lot of people in my life don’t.
Are we a weird and special breed here? 🙂
I thank you across the miles and oceans for your friendship. It means a lot to me. ❤