I’m two weeks away from my third anniversary on WordPress.
Do you think they’ll get me anything?
I’m not registered anywhere.
I find myself torn emotionally about my blog, recently. I can’t tell if it’s an actual ambivalence about my blog or if it’s a low-grade professional depression creeping in and coloring my perspective.
Here’s what I’ve accomplished:
I’m closing in on 300 entries. That’s a lot to me. I think my original goal was to publish a couple posts a week, so I’m a little light against that goal. But I’m within about a dozen entries.
I’ve got about 150 documented followers. That’s a lot, considering I only started this blog because a few people in Facebook badgered me into it. Can I take a dare, or can I?
And I’ve got about 10,000 views. Well, more, actually…for whatever reason – probably, unknowingly the way I have it set up – when someone clicks into my homepage, I lose visibility to what they look at. Who knows where they go or what or if they read anything.
Still, while I count those as pretty solid metrics for something that started as a dare, I measure myself against other bloggers and fall short in the comparison.
That kind of bugs me.
I don’t blog every day. My posts are pretty long, usually over 1500 words. If you’ve read my blog, you wouldn’t be surprised to know that I’m not surprised that my fellow Americans can’t commit to something over 100 words.
I’m killing it in the UK and Australia, though!
Then again, those bloggers have a specific content…and post daily. And I just don’t.
Effort I put into SEO for my blog? It’s not zero, exactly…I mean, I know what SEO means!
But at the same time, I use my blog semi-therapeutically. Bitching about the state of social graces in America, psyching myself up to endure another round of this Persistent Survival thing I’ve got going on, my dating – or not dating – exploits.
And, yeah…work, sometimes. Less so, and much less specifically nowadays since several people at work read this. I mean, I’d hate to get into trouble at work for my behavior on what could be considered a social media platform.
Which would be ironic, since what has me depressed about work is the futility of it. The absence of institutional accountability:
Those who have a personal work ethic, do good work. Demonstrating a will, at least, where they may lack a particular skill.
For those who don’t have a functioning mechanism within them that holds them accountable to consistently meeting the expectations of their roles…well, they don’t meet them.
And nothing happens when they don’t.
But, for all of my omnidirectional themes, I’m reminded of how sometimes just checking in with my metrics can be therapeutic in and of itself. A couple times a week, I’ll notice that there’s hits from a search engine. Search engines are one of the leading – as far as I can tell – contributors to homepage hits.
I used to think it was Sacha. Once or twice a year, he’ll fire off a rant at me to stop writing lies about him, that our mutual friends read this and then tell him about it.
I’d say that’s one of two things actually happening:
A) those are my friends and they don’t really like him that much and are fucking with him,
B) he’s checking in on his brand and doesn’t want to admit it.
Either way, I didn’t really care.
My search engine hits have been lining up directly with my posts about BDSM and fetishes or kinks.
Ok, A) who wants to know what my thoughts are on that topic?!?
And, B) how many pages of results did you have to scroll through to get to mine?
Lol. There’s some unexpected sexual healing…
Now, why don’t you go out there and help a brother out by sharing a post from my blog that you’ve enjoyed? I’ll take more followers, happily!