Comments. Bane or blessing, as bloggers, we all, or most of us anyway, have to deal with them. I, being quite the comment whore, love to get comments. My toes tingle and the goose bumps rise when that little envelope in my task bar turns blue. A comment? Could it be a comment? Please, please, please?!?
And it usually is a comment, because I set up an email address just for my comments. I want them to feel special, because they are dear to me and I love them. Not that I don't love all five of my readers, but it is your words, your validation of my effort here, that I crave. Sure you blog to inform family about your kids or to hone your writing skills or to change the world. Of course you do. But don't tell me you don't also do it for the the comments.
So comment, people! Tell me you love me or tell me I suck. Tell me your kid is smarter, cuter, funnier, sweeter than mine, even if you are wrong. Tell me your husband rubs your feet and washes the dishes and never tells you that you know what he wants for his birthday. Show. Me. Some. Love!!! Or like. Or flame my ass. It's up to you.
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You could even create your own comments address so your guys can feel special, too! And if you do that on Gmail it's even better because I also love Gmail! I love it when I get that email notification and can hit reply - and it goes to a real, live person and not to blogger noreply.
Even if you put your address on your actual blog and write it out - bestblogever at gmail dot com or yousuckandIdont at yahoo dot com- and make me work for it, well, that's ok, too. I get it. You don't like spam. Neither do I. I will go the extra mile for you! 'Cause I love you, remember? Pay attention!
Oh, and if I end up stalking you via email you can always block me. I've been called a lot worse than spam!
So how 'bout it?