Thinking Out Loud...And Being Heard

A couple of things have come to my attention lately.

1. My sense of humor is not easily assimilated by all.
2. Apparently, a fair amount of people read here.

I'll start with number one. I might not be able to add, but I can count!

There are times that I write with the beginner in mind. I know firsthand that search for others like myself, for more information, for thoughts and ideas that inspire the next "aha" moment.
I have felt very honored and humbled that there are people who have found some of my ramblings helpful and insightful.

Then there are times I joke about limits, beating, and a variety of things that some people probably think are not on the list of things to poke fun at.
The thing is, that header up there? It's a pretty apt description of this blog. And you never know what you might get when an over-thinker has the opportunity to do so out loud.

This blog is not a "how to" manual, or a composition of sex stories (you know, in case no one noticed or something). This place is just my thoughts and struggles, ideas and inspirations, with a side of ranting thrown in for good measure.
It's my life on a page floating around in the vast world we live in.
And really? I don't believe in "how to" manuals for ttwd.
If we were all busy following the way someone out here said we should submit, we would miss the most basic concept of power exchange--the manual is written by the Dominant. Yes, we get to make notes and advise edits, but it's all about the things we do within our relationships. Not outside influences on said relationships.

So in short, I am surprised and honored when someone finds my writing helpful, and I realize that my delivery and vast leaps from one topic to another, is not always easily assimilated. But I'm thinking out loud--it's not always about the good stuff you know.

Which brings me to observation number two.

I try not to pay much attention to how many people read here. While I do enjoy writing with others in mind, especially beginners, I don't want my writing influenced by the number of people who read here. Because honestly, that was never the purpose of this place--I didn't think anyone would read this blog when I sat down and started it 2 1/2 years ago.
People tend to come and go a lot (possibly related to my not-so-easily assimilated sense of humor). I don't take it personally because to do so would go against what I need from, and enjoy about, blogging--the ability to express whatever thoughts are on my mind at any given moment.

Oddly enough, there are apparently a number of you who do read here. Not only that, but you keep coming back for more.
While I do occasionally wonder what is wrong with you question your judgement in that, I cannot say that I am ungrateful.

So whatever your insane reasoning for visiting my little corner, I do appreciate my readers. And I appreciate the companionship, laughter, inspiration, and insight that I am given by your comments and the things you write in your own little corners.

And for those really quiet ones who come and go without a word, but do send the occasional kind email, I appreciate you too. Incidentally, there's a day coming up here in Blogland dedicated just to you.
I considered offering a bit of bribery to encourage lurkers to come say hi...But inside every good masochist lurks a sadist. And I wouldn't want to write checks my butt can't cash lol. So Friday's post will most likely be bribe-free.

Anyways, I noticed my followers hit a number rather larger than the two people residing in my living room that I started writing for. And I know that many have come and gone and will continue to do so, but I thought it worth a "thank you."
Because the original plan for this blog never included it being read.