Nobody Loves Me . . . .

When I was a boy, we kids learned a little self-pitying chant: "Nobody loves me. Nobody wants me. I'm going out and eat worms." Now that my blog has been up for a little over a week and nobody has said a word about it, I am regressing into that pitiful state.

Perhaps, I rationalize, Blogspot, Blogger, or whatever this place is called, is not really that popular. Perhaps, I say, people have been in so eager to dash over to my real website at The Grammar Curmudgeon that they haven't had time to write comments. Perhaps the comment screen doesn't work. Perhaps I'm just boring. Perhaps nothing I've written is interesting enough to warrant comment. Perhaps I should go out and eat worms.

Indeed, I went rummaging about in search of blogs by other people here who have similar interests. I figured that maybe, if I left a message on their blogs, they'd come here. However, I was astonished that some blogs here haven't had a new entry in years. Msybe this is a virtual ghost town, and I arrived too late.

Anyway, I'll keep it up. Maybe it will get a few more visitors to my "real" website. It doesn't matter. I like to write, and I never cared very much whether anybody read what I did. Odd as it may seem, the act of writing can be its own reward.