And on goes my morning. Stealing snippets of time here and there to read, feeling a need to comment to let these writers know that their words hit me, matter to me. How much I appreciate their candor, their honesty, their humor, their heart, their wit. A part of me stops to wonder if I am commenting too much. Then I come to my senses and remember how geeky I am about getting comments and know that another slicer would understand. 🙂 right?
I continue on my way and get home to really settle in and do this reading and commenting thing right: On my big screen and not my little screen. Only to realize a slicer’s worst nightmare come true. None, not one, as in zero of my comments are actually posting.
“Oh not again. sigh Okay, on to change my password. What?! That’s not working?!”
Let me test comment here. Nope, try again. Test comment here. Nope, try again. Test comment here. Nope, try again. (rinse and repeat for about an hour- as if it would magically work) Give up in exasperation. Annoy husband. Snap at daughter. Email this one. Wait. Email that one. Wait. Text this one. Wait. Text that one. Wait. Get response.
“What?! I am what?!”
How did that happen? I commented so much wordpress accounts determined that I am spam?! Well, wordpress, I am hurt, my ego is injured. You see, I live to comment. This writing thing is great, but you know that feeling that you get that makes you compulsively check to see if anyone has commented on a post? That is why I comment.
And you go make me SPAM. I have a choice comment for you wordpress. It’s just not fit to type here.
If you are one that got a test comment, email, text, annoyed wife, or snap from mommy, I’m sorry for my hounding and compulsion to need to post comments. I thank you for your help and patience with this impatient slicer.
Now, go check your spam folder- there might be more poor souls that have received the Scarlet “S.”