6 de Febrero, 2007
Break the Chain
MAYBE IT'S A BENEFIT of being small in blogswampia (OOH OOH I COINED THAT OOH), but frankly, muh dear, I don't give a damn if you delink me or whatnot. I do appreciate those who have linked to me, don't get me wrong. Especially those few who were large or large-ish (Wampum, Suburban Guerilla, Jesus' General, Jack and Jill Politics frontpagin my jpg at MyDD) and did it Backinthaday when not many other blogs of equal size were. (It was a RISK then, oooooh! The great risk.) But it's done. That's it. No outstanding balance. I mean, after all. I just figure they are smart and know quality when they see it.
Here's the liberating part. You owe me nothing when I link to you, either. I link to those blogs that I want to or get around to linking, or cannot resist linking. Important part is that I don't require they link me back! Not overtly or covertly. WOW. Freedom, eh? Isn't that nice?
Listen. I've always really hated it when people said "I love you" and to them, it's a volley to be returned. It's a stick over your head. It's an emotional stick. It's a stick with a hook. It's a way to catch a feelgood from you. I resent that. A lot. "I love you" ought to be said not as a prompt, but as an expression of feeling.
Same with a link. I link you to say Propz!!! Good Lookin! I respect what you're doing! I don't link to say "Now link meeeeeeeee tooooooo!" And I don't respect the game that comes with leveling emotions behind this impulse. So there is not that tie, that weight, that obligation, that drama, here. You and I, even reading each other are independent.
And finally—let me never get caught up with mofos who get huffy with thier precious important digital chain-schlong blogrolls. Whatever. Keep your smoking jacket on, ese! 'm doing what I'm doing here. You're over there, doing your thing. I don't mind a bit.