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Blogging about blogging is boring, I know. And been done to death. But I had a point in here somewhere (beside the hole in my head?) that at one time I thought was worth making. You can skip this post though. It’s not like I’ll know the difference….

I lurk. A lot.

Sure, there are a few places where I leave comments on a semi-regular basis (particularly those I have been reading the longest), but there are many more that I read and rarely or never comment. Some people consider this to be rude and I swear I mean no offense.

Posting comments often feels like small talk to me. I suck at small talk. (It’s that writer thing again.) Fortunately, since I’m getting around to each of you only once or twice a week these days, you’re not likely to know if I post a comment as soon as I read your post or hours/days later.

There are oceans of feelings between us
Currents that take us and sweep us away
That’s why we seldom have seen us
In the light of a cold hard day

Lots of new friends with the same old answers
Open your eyes, you might see
If our lives were that simple
We’d live in the past
If the phone doesn’t ring, it’s me

If the phone doesn’t ring
You’ll know that it’s me
I’ll be out in the eye of the storm
If the phone doesn’t ring
you’ll know that I’ll be
Where someone can make me feel warm
It’s too bad we can’t turn
and live in the past
If the phone doesn’t ring, it’s me

I’m also less likely to comment when there are already a lot of comments to a particular post. I read one site recently that had over 500 comments to one post. (I didn’t look to see if half of those were responses from the author. Hmmm, you know, I also rarely respond directly to comments on my site. Again, I mean no offense.) It’s not likely I’ll have anything new to add if you’ve got dozens or more comments already. And pretty much the only time I post a “me too” type of comment is on the HNT sites I visit.

Some of you carry on little conversations in your comments. The people who like that seem to really like that. It’s just not me. If you responded in your comments to a comment I left, chances are good I never saw it. If I thought there would be interesting comments from others that came through after I did, I might go back and see it. Or if I asked a question and wondered if you answered it. Otherwise I have left my footprints, taken my photos, and moved on as they say.

My online time is limited and will be for a few more weeks. My email piles up. I post less often. I read your blogs less often. And the few comments I used to make are trickling down to precious fewer. So I want you to know that some of those comments you’re not getting… they’re from me.

I’ve had good days and bad days
And going half mad days
I try to let go but you’re still on my mind
I’ve lost all the old ways
I’m searching for new plays
Putting it all on the line

Lots of new friends with the same old problems
Open your eyes, you might see
If our lives were that simple
We’d live in the past
If the phone doesn’t ring, it’s me

If it takes all the future
We’ll live through the past
If the phone doesn’t ring, it’s me

IF THE PHONE DOESN’T RING, IT’S ME
by Jimmy Buffett, Will Jennings, Michael Utley

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