When the Tables Turn

The amount of people who do or do not read here is something that I never really put a whole lot of thought into.
I mean, I pretty much ignore the silent majority, and am more than happy to converse with the ones who drop by and offer their thoughts on a regular basis.

Then page views surpassed 200,000. I got some seriously odd emails. Some people even started assuming that I knew what I was talking about! Oh the horror of it all...And people started telling me that they were reading the blog from beginning to present.
Good grief, I don't read it! And I'm pretty sure that even Alpha has missed a post here and there.

I seriously thought about running off and starting another one. You know, somewhere nice and quiet where absolutely nobody places any expectation or value on the words, and barely anyone ever shows up...

Then I thought about it...And I really do adore those of you who visit on a regular basis. I notice when you don't come around, and I am concerned for you when the universe decides that it's your turn to reside in the Universal Dumping Ground.
You inspire me, help me expand my perceptions, kick me when I need it, give me awesome recipes, and make me laugh when self-pity sets in and I want to cry.
I am grateful for your presence.

And I remembered our beginning years of ttwd. How I was so desperate for there to be others like me in the world, how I searched for people who made some semblance of sense out of all the craziness in my mind, and how I read some blogs from beginning to end.

So I'll keep my crazy little corner of the internet. Because I like it here.

I still remember the first two blogs that I devoured from the very beginning of their story to the last word on the page. I am still grateful for their existence, and the peek they gave me into a world that I wanted so badly to understand and live.

A Dominant Character, which no longer exists, but has come back in the form of What Does It Mean To Be Dominant, and Submissive Reflections, which has not been updated in years, but is still there.
I never said a word when I discovered them, but I read every single word that they wrote.

Why should I begrudge anyone their interest now that the tables have turned?

We are what we are. And sometimes, all we need is to know that what we are is okay.