Sometimes I can be a total dweeb bordering on obnoxious about my blog. In my defense, I'm physically! unable! to put a stopper on my constant shutter-clicking (pics or it didn't happen, amirite?) or blog stalk talk. People are nice enough to listen to me ramble on and on about a new blog crush or winning a giveaway or sponsorships, but when these very people come up to me and say the dreaded,
"Hey! I read your blog, I really like it!"
I freeze up.
Like this.
And then it's...
Oh. That's really embarrassing.
Did you really? Sorry!
Thanks! .... (awkward silence)
Oh wow, thank you. Sorry it's stupid.
Wait, how did you find it?!
{Maybe because I leave it up on all the house's desktops. Or because I talk about it always.}
Then, they're usually (understandably) curious. There's been a recent increase in IRL people reading or looking at my blog (...hi, guys.) because of all my friends and family who want to keep up with my travels, my friends who are traveling with me and who want to look at their mugs (funnily enough, I very much so have abandoned posting pictures on my personal FB, and they have to resort to coming to my blog to save any pictures they want - did I do this intentionally? maybe.), and their friends and family who want to see what they are up to. This results in conversations like above happening. After the initial courtesy "I like your blog!" it's...
What do you usually blog about? When you're not traveling?
And I do a nervous little titter -
Stupid things.
What I wear, what I eat, what I do, what I think.
So basically, really stupid things. It's whatever.
I don't really know. It's a lot of rambling.
If they're smart, they'll leave it at that and we'll move on to conversation that's more in... mutual territory. But sometimes, they'll ask me more about how blogworld works and how did I get into it? How much time goes into it? Aren't you scared of psychos? We'll get into this really intense me-going-blah-blah-blah discussion and they'll keep feeding me lines like "this really is so cool!" "you're good at it!"
And by the end, I'm all...
I'm blog world celebrity.
You're lucky to know me.
If you're nice to me, maybe I'll make you blog famous.
They'll laugh like I'm joking, and that's usually the end of the talk.
But in the future, after every single little non-routine thing you do, it's going to be,
