I don’t know the cool kids, but I know where they are. I know where they sit and write, I know where they blog.
They are the same individuals I envied upon, the same blogs I commented on.
Those comments sit there still today, forgotten and alone.
I hope no one ever thinks I am one of those people I knew.
I hope everyone sees the process I see, sees the blog I grew.
But I know humanity and what we really see. I know blogging and how bloggers tend to be.
They’ll see the numbers and the likes. A selfie or maybe two.
They’ll see what they want to see.
They’ll never see you.
That is blogging and blogging is what we do.
It all makes up what we love…
who would have knew?