A Pointless Waste of Time, And Why I Don’t Care

I’m a new girl in this whole Blogging World. 

I am hungry for critiques, advice, guidance.  Be they gentle or harsh I want them, I need them.  I welcome them.

Just please don’t scream at me when the car is rolling backwards down the hill, 5 minutes into my “how to drive a stick shift lesson”.  And don’t remind me that it was MY bright idea to learn right then and there, in the dark, while it’s raining.

I do think that I am going somewhere with this…

Ummmm… Yes, now I remember…

Tonight I am celebrating my first step up in the blogging world.  I received my first Hate Mail!  *dances wildly in muh seat”  Seriously, it’s making me giddy, or at least smirky and snarky all rolled up into one.  Someone took the time to tell me how much they dislike me. 

See normally I would guess that most people are like me.  You read something you don’t like and you click that big giant X that’s all red on the top right hand corner of the screen.  It’s magic really, and I wish it worked on taxes.  CLICK and POOF it’s all gone. 

But nope, I am just so special enough that they had to click on comments, enter a message, fill out some info AND press another whole box to submit the whole thing. 

That’s proof that I, my friends, am some kind of special, and that my virgin newbie-ness is longgggg gone.

I have a point to sharing all of this.  It’s not to give credit to some stupid comment, but to give credit to all of us who aren’t afraid of such comments.  You have to filter out the true critiques from people who only have balls when their computer boots up. 

I have a lot of friends who want to blog, who have thoughts they are dying to share, but fear the public’s thoughts.  There’s nothing in here/out there to fear.  Nothing at all.  I don’t write for the guy who found my writing to be “pointless and a waste of time”  I write for me.  Yes it rocks when a post get’s tons of hits, and yes it’s a downer when a post gets 0 hits… but I’m still going to type on. 

There’s no growing in the not doing.

Put yourself out there for YOU.

As for the comment I got, I’m thinking about framing it… or maybe even a tattoo.  Because a pointless waste of time would truly be taking life way too seriously.  And sometimes we all need that reminder.

Now back to celebrating 2 trips around the neighborhood, with me driving a stick shift for the first time EVER and not killing ANYONE including the car! 

 

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9 responses to “A Pointless Waste of Time, And Why I Don’t Care

  1. Hey. Everyone should drive a stick shift. Just keep driving on (blogging, too)

    • I’m learning! I’m just not sure if learning on back country roads, while it’s raining, at night is the best idea! But I did it! Thanks for commenting!

  2. Woohoo! You’ve been Troll-ed! You hit the big time, baby! 🙂 And the best time to learn to ‘drive’ is in inclement weather. If you can get through that, you can certainly navigate anything apocalyptic! Ah…my first car was a stick – everyone should learn to drive one, because then you can drive ANYTHING! Nice response, my friend.

  3. Isn’t all waste of time by definition sorta pointless? If it weren’t, we wouldn’t be calling it a waste now, would we? Idiot hater!

    That said, I have yet to get my first hate mail, I am SO jealous. I bought the frame and everything, just waiting for when the spam actually turns into hate. Wish me luck 🙂
    ::followingyoujustsoyouknow::

  4. Crazy! I love your outlook. Keep blogging your pointless *crap*! I happen to love it!

  5. More proof you’re good? You’ve made this newbie envious. of hater comments. Oh boy. I’m also envious of your ability to drive a stick shift. I’m promising myself right now to keep practicing stick shift! Good luck! And congratulations!
    P.S. I really needed this post. Thank you.

  6. You are part of the secret and elite society of women who can drive stick! woot!

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