Alt title: This is what I wear in the morning when I walk my dog
A couple of weeks ago, Ellie from Elliequent posted about why she doesn’t allow comments on her blog. She took the post down, citing the (valid) need to edit it over a bit. For what it’s worth, I loved pretty much every bit of it, and it makes me think about whether or not I want to disallow comments. I don’t, because at the end of the day I like the feeling that I belong to a community.
That being said, I’ve been thinking a lot. Sitting quietly, writing a fair bit, and thinking. My big post, my Grand Reveal of my Mental Illness, was met largely with silence. A few incredibly thoughtful comments, which were much appreciated, but mostly silence. Which in its own way is respectful, especially considering I made it pretty clear I didn’t want this topic to be one dominating conversations with me. That’s where the whole allow-don’t-allow-comments thing ties in. Do I let myself get wrapped up in paying attention to comments and reactions? Do I write just to write? Do I cultivate a blog worth reading, or do I let it be an outpouring of what’s actually in my head?
It’s difficult to come up with things to talk about, though, when that very topic seems to be dominating my life at the moment. I mean, for all intents and purposes, I have a pretty great and very twee life. And if you don’t know what twee means, consider yourself lucky and know that you don’t read enough blogs. Twee is wearing pretty dresses with bright colored tights, it’s instagramming your coffee order and gourmet, homemade egg salad sandwich. Most of the time, that is my life. Which is a disgustingly great life.
Right now, though, the twee elements is pretty much lacking. I mean, sure, I’m wearing a cute dress and yes, my tights are turquoise. I mean okay it’s a maxi skirt with a deer sweatshirt in the photos. Oh and my sandwich is of the homemade egg salad variety, a photo of which you can find on my instagram account. LikeASmallFire.