I was recently talking to one of my nonblogging 'friends' about blogging. Her curiosity was piqued when she found out that 'someone like me blogged' -direct quote. What the what?? Like Me? Does she mean someone so awesome? Someone with such a completely full social calander? An Aquarius?
For unknown reasons, probably because I am a nice person, I still agreed to talk to her even after that little backhanded compliment.
So she spent some time reading through some of my blog posts. She did not laugh once. Not a chuckle, not a giggle, not a smile. Nothing.
She would finish with a post and I would say, "so...what did you think?"
Her answer every time: Oh. Yeah. That was ...nice...
ARE YOU FREAKING KIDDING ME?
Anyway, seeing as how I wasnt getting much feedback from her, I stopped asking questions. Which is probably a good thing because knowing her, she was probably just too lazy to say, "That was total and utter crap. I demand you give me those wasted five minutes back!" wherein I fall on the floor and have a toddler style tantrum, followed by a ninja style kick to her face.
So, she continues to read, and I start seeing her smile. Of course, I'm excited because I try to write (I HOPE) things that would cause one to smile.
Reading. Smiling. Reading. Smiling. More Reading. More smiling.
I give her a few more minutes. You know, let rude girl enjoy herself reading my posts...
"OMG! This is SOOOOO funny!" (I know, best compliment ever, right?)
So, I go over and peer over her shoulder, patting myself on the back for causing Miss Ice Queen to experience a human emotion when what do I see on the screen?
........... THE ONION !
"What happened to you reading my blog?" I ask her.
"Oh. Well, I just don't GET it."
"I guess someone like you wouldn't get it." I say. (Followed by confused look on her face)