I have a pest that visits my blog and leaves comments. The name of the pest is daisyheadmaisey.
Daisyheadmaisey is somewhat of an enigma. I don't know if this person is a he or she.
I'm not even sure if the pest is a real person or just somebody yanking my chain.
What I do know is that I don't much enjoy getting/reading comments from him/her.
Which led me to an epiphany the other morning while was washing my hair*
There are certain blogs that I visit and leave comments and never get a response.
Yet I keep returning to those blogs and keep reading and commenting in the hopes that these wonderful and witty people will bless me with a pithy response and that we will become the very best of friends and they will add me to their blogroll and all the other wonderful and witty people that read their blogs will come and read what I have written and that I will become a blog goddess!
It occurred to me that perhaps this is what the daisyheadmaisey character is attempting to do and I am the asshole who won't respond to his/her comments. You see, I've been to his/her blog and I found out that I really don't care about daisyheadmaisey and his/her life.
Which led me to the following conclusion: Could it be that the people at whose blogs I read and comment obviously aren't interested in what I have to say either?? Not interested in me and my fascinating life? Not completly drawn in and waitng with breathless anticipation for the next great boobie blog? I cannot fathom this. Yet it must be true.
And with that came the following:
EPIPHANY......in effect, I am their daisyheadmaisey.
And that, my friends, is just too painful to think about in broad daylight.
*have you ever noticed that epiphanies often come while washing your hair? does it have something to do with massaging the scalp that lets the thoughts just come to the surface? or am i the only one who has great thoughts while in the shower?