I stopped following you because I got the feeling you’d prefer that. I’ve read your words for months, wonderful words I have to say and that I will miss, as there aren’t very many people out there who write like that. I’ve read and commentated on every post with maybe one exception in the past few months. You’ve commented exactly once on my blog, which is fine, not everyone I comment to comments back. And vice versa sometimes.
But why are you following me then? A simple reciprocation follow, I don’t really get that. I follow because I want to know what a person has to say. Doesn’t it get annoying to have to scroll through my nearly daily posts to get to the blogs you want to read? You could have simply un-followed, that wouldn’t have hurt my feelings. Following and not commenting does.
I felt like I followed your words a bit too carefully, took them too much to heart and thought about them a bit too much. Your posts often were anything but uplifting but they were so genuine and struck a cord with me because I myself was going through a particularly hard time. So your truthful words of your own struggles were something I could identify with.
I tended to get a reply to my comment from you within your comment box and I enjoyed hearing you ‘speak’ as it were. I read comments you left on others blogs, we tend to travel in the same places.
But you never visited my blog a second time so I started to feel like maybe, while you commented back, you really didn’t want me to comment and didn’t care to hear what I was saying.
Maybe I am overly sensitive it wouldn’t be the first time someone’s said so. I take this sort of stuff to heart, far more than I should. If I am going to read a blog, one like yours with the amazing posts, then I’m going to comment.
So I’m not reading anymore and therefore not commenting. And I think maybe it’s better all around that way. I’m not so sucked into caring about the dramas of your life and that’s got to be a good thing considering I don’t even know you.
Wishing you the best,