I have been blogging for well over 5 years now and have had only a handful of nasty comments in that time frame. Lest you think I am breaking my arm patting my back, I know the truth. I rarely talk about much of anything importance that would raise the ire of someone enough to break out them into a furious sweat.
Some of this is on purpose. In some cases, I do not want to purposely hurt feelings. In other cases, I do not see the point of composing careful posts that require my precious time when someone is not going to change his/her viewpoint anyway. If something seems futile, I really do not care to waste my time or yours. It is one of the top reasons why I do not rail about the idiocy and hypocrisy of most organized religions here. Also, stirring up controversy takes time, fanning the flames of war is hard work, people. There is no diamond-encrusted couch here, as Amy always puts it. Nope. Just the one coated in yogurt and dog hair.
I have no agenda, no aspirations.
For every opinion I could offer up here, I guarantee I can inspire a chorus of reactions. . If there is anything that I am proud of in my life, is that I have managed to surround myself - friends AND family - with a diverse crowd from many walks of life.
I always say I am my own Audience of One. Oh sure, I do appreciate that I have strong-armed a few friends and family members into reading my babblings. But I am not blind to the fact that this blog is primarily comprised of pure drivel. The meaningless minutiae of my life comprised of feelings about my family, my children and my situation.
However, I own these feelings and they are mine alone.
So, no. I am not sad that I lost a reader yesterday. After all, my own mother has cautioned me against censoring my posts as to not hurt her feelings. Why would I begin censoring myself for someone who could not even bring themselves to peek out from under a cloak of anonymity?