Today I’m collaborating with Holly of 504 Main. I’m highlighting one of my favorite bloggers, The Empress. Her blog, Good Day, Regular People, Tickles Me Pink. You can find her on Twitter via @GDRPempress. Alexandra has blown me away most recently with her hysterical three-part series on “When Someone You Love Has a Blog,” which you can read here, here, & here. I identify with her so much it’s rather scary. She is brilliant, kind, and an incredible writer. Because she Tickles Me Pink, I asked her if she would do me the honor of guest posting, and she kindly agreed. So without further adieu, I give to you The Empress! I’m certain you’ll love her as much as I do!
Commiseration. Yes, sometimes commiseration can be the best solution.
I have been thinking about the blogs I frequent often, the ones I jump up to check on each day. What keeps me returning there? Why do I like them and look forward to their posting? It’s what I find there: moods that match my own on some days, other days it’s a place where “they get it.” I don’t want answers to my problems, I just want to be somewhere where it’s OK to be who I am. With no feelings of needing to impress, or pretend to be something I’m really not.
I’ve read that “water seeks its own level” and “water seeks the path of least resistance.” And that is what a “blogfriend” does. They’re easy, they get you, they know what you like. When we find ourselves complaining, or feeling short ended on this life gig sometimes (we’re only human, right?) it’s strangely and curiously uplifting to find someone muddling through, too. There is something about the “safety” you feel at a favorite blog. You can be comfortable in your reaction and your response, and what you say in the little square box, because you know that there can be a difference in opinion, and you’re still good.
Sometimes, we just want to be understood. Sometimes, we don’t want a solution. We just want to nod “yes, yes, yes” and let that be all there is to it. And laughing along in recognition of it all lightens the load. So does tearing up at a post they may write that cuts right to your heart.
You can’t really describe chemistry, or put a formula to why you feel drawn to a specific blogger and their site. If we could, we could all buy the book and begin blogs and sell them later for mega grande dollars, or at least a few thousand.
You can’t really figure out how you find your “tribe,” your group of women that make up your daily life as much as your family and co workers, and physical friends do.
You begin blogging one day, and then little by little, and one by one, you meet people that bring joy to your life, people who make you smile excitedly when you see it’s them on comments, or in an email, or a tweet, or the sweetest of all: “a direct message to you from…” on twitter.
I think we all just want to belong to a part of something larger than what we have just physically around us, we want to be accepted, and be the larger collective of what we are like, what is important to us. Finding our values and sharing what is dear to us, tethers and binds us to others. We no longer feel alone, and misunderstood, a stranger in a strange land.
There are times, yes, when we truly want a fix, a solution, resources, help, ideas…but there are, more often than not, just times when we only want to hear, “me, too!” Times when we want to know that someone misses our presence in their life that day. We want to know that we matter, and that someone likes us being part of their world. It’s nice to know that someone is thinking of us when they wrote a post. It’s nice to know that we, also, have somewhere to go with feelings we have inside, or news we want to share, or when we need someone to listen at 1:00 a.m.
Commiseration, sometimes just the sweet balm we need, and no more.