Bruthahs and Sistahs! I have HAD a revelation! It came down to me from the Heavens, and said “Clean up on aisle 6.” Wait, that was the loudspeaker. But it CAME to me that I was in ERROR, bruthahs and sistahs! I HAD gone down the wrong path, away from the light, to the dark, where the bulbs were burnt out and there WAS no WalMart.
That’s right. I had been led ASTRAY. No more did I blog for blog’s sake, no, no. It became all about the Washingtons, folks. The bling. The awards. The followers. The comments. And hits. Just one more hit. Hit me, hit me, hit . . . right, it was BAD, bruthas and sistahs.
But just when I was LOST came the revelation! I stepped back, friends, and said “WTF?” That’s right. I no longer knew who I was! Squirrel and Sad Pony considered doing an intervention, but Sad Pony said “What’s the use?” and Squirrel was too busy writing lurrve letters to Miss Four Eyes. It was up to ME to see the TRUTH. The truth that I was full of CRAP and that I was using the CAPS LOCK KEY way too much.
Because it’s not about the trappings of FAME, oh no, bruthahs and sistahs, for that does not last. The stickers of bling are shiny, so shiny, shinyshiny. But they are not what is eternal, no! It is your voice, and what you say, that matters! If you have followers, the followers will follow the blogger, not the bling! Because, really, folks, if they want the bling then they CAN break one of those commandments and STEAL the bling. They call it copy / paste. Not that I would do this, only thought I should, you know, point that out.
This is not to lessen your bling, bruthas and sistahs. We should be proud of bling, but not more than people! It is people that follow your blog. Well mostly. Sometimes it is spambots, but mostly it is people. People who leave comments saying “You’re cool” or “You suck” or “I thought I was going to find children’s toys here, not this sicko stuff you freak.” This is one good reason to write, for the comments, for the blogger pals.
But the MOST important lesson, bruthas and sistahs, and remember this came from ON HIGH in Wal-Mart, is to blog for yourself. If you don’t like doing it, why do it? As Thing One’s teacher once said, what, are they going to give you a cookie for being the best, the fastest, the funniest? I mean, once or twice or even a dozen times, maybe, but not every time. Most times, it has to be your passion. It has to be done for YOU first, because blogging is nothing if not inherently selfish, folks.
A great one once said, “Leave your bling, and follow me.” That one was Jesus. I’m not Jesus (I know, shock.) I’m just a blogger, and ya love me, or ya hate me, or ya don’t care. It’s up to you. But I had to preach it to ya, bruthahs and sistahs, that I have found my way back to the TRUTH, for whatever it’s worth. Though I still like it, I am leavin’ behind my want, my need, of the bling, the likes, hits, the comments, the followers, the trappin’s of fame. All that is left is Alice.
And Wonderland, of course. We’re all mad here.