Bougie Bloggers

LMAO!!! @ myself. I swear, I have yet to gain a real audience from blogging. I love to write. I love to voice my opinion (not that it actually matters how I feel about your situation) It's fun though! This is my diary.

So, only a few months ago, I began my blogging. Stepped into a whole new line of work and I know absolutely no one that blogs and nothing about it other than it's freedom to write whatever, whenever. I had to come up with a way to learn the ropes. Of course, the best way to find out answers is to ask and so I did. I figured the connections I would make trying to find out how this whole new community work would help to build me a small rep in this field. And let me clarify: not a job, not a side hussle, just love. I went on dot-dot-dot, played around up there to see if I could get some answers. LMAO!! Well, lemme tell you... I'm going to assume that appearance is everything. I'll state later about my reasons why. Anywho, I got a response from one person who told me to explore the blog communities, find what you like, read, follow and comment. Indeed I have been taking the man's advice. I'm going to say that it would be great advice, if I felt like the communities were responding back due to the love of the art being provided by these amateur and professional writers and not due to how much gain has been accredited by one person since their journey in blogging.

Like all occupations/reputations/hobbies, you have to build your name. That's not a problem. These things also take time. That's not the problem. But what I believe the situation here is, newcomers have to be beat into the game. It's easier to send and receive friend request on FB and to follow and be followed on Twitter, and you ain't talking about shit (had to get a little ghetto right there, lol). Here, it's like different high schools in different parts of the same town. The schools on the upper east side don't talk to the ones on the west side and everyone is known for their over-achievements of success and progress, goals to be accomplished in the future and the ones that are complete. I thought we were all in this together? ooo, sorry my mistake. I haven't climaxed to where you feel I need to be. I thought that this was a different and unique art form that is slowly making it's way to the public eye. Not a cluster of different social circles or the side of town where the writers have no degrees verses the writers who have Ph.Ds. Really?!

Now let's flashback to my comment that appearance is everything. I was already well into a couple posts when I signed up for dot-dot-dot, more blogger sites, and so forth... exploring my options. My point is, I never received an answer until I posted a picture. My question is, would I have ever gotten an answer if I had not posted a picture or if I wasn't as appealing. I won't say ugly, because what some may think is ugly, others may find pretty. Off subject.

But, anyways... I continue to strive for acknowledgement. Maybe I would gain more recognition if I had a Facebook page or Twitter, however, I choose not to give those social sites the pleasure for my personal reasons. Maybe if I had more friends in my social circle, that would help out a lot too. LOL!! So much for choosing not to know people. Or maybe, just maybe I could gain some feedback after my name goes plastered on someone's billboard or business card or blogroll or magazine or newspaper, lol. Guess it doesn't take much for true followers. The only way you can gain the right to be of relevance is if someone else with a small amount of dick size says it's ok. Then everyone else follows the leader.

All of this for my love of words. The art form. How one person can build a firm foundation and structure with no materials... just words. How someone can project a sound that can draw a person in under the assurance that everything will be ok, or that everything is not ok. The whirlwinds of emotions! To describe how one feels. To describe the way something looks. The insides, the outsides, and in betweens. New words, old words, foreign words. It's almost as good as sex... to me. I love it!! I should have been an English major. Think I'll add that to my list of life goals (random).

I feel that everyone, at some point, started out at the bottom of the food chain. In the meantime, you can call me bottom-feeder. Of course you have to work your way up and gain your manhood and stand your ground. It's too many people in the world for there to be absolutely no one interested in what there is to be said by anyone. And of all those people, I feel like there are not enough readers including the bougie bloggers that sit at the top of the pyramid. So busy writing that you don't forget to read. You've reached your climax, lost the humbleness, and the love and passion for the amateurs who probably started along side of you. You can't write without reading. But that doesn't matter anymore because all that matters is you are being read. And it doesn't matter that all of your words just may be beginning to run together and sound repetitive. It doesn't matter that your "likes and/or dislikes" comments and google +1's matter more to each individual reader than those from others. People easily lose sight as to how they ended up doing what they love once the love turns into money or fame or just a big name on a computer screen.

The love is gone and it's just work. No love.

I guess that will be all for today bloggers... until next time, I'll be reading.