What to say?

Do you ever think to yourself, I haven't blogged in a while so I should probably sit down and write?

No?

Consider yourself lucky.

I do.

And I'm someone who would call themselves a fairly relaxed blogger.

Relaxed in that I don't believe this is my path to fame.

Relaxed in that I don't check my stats religiously.

Honestly, I only check them when I apply to campaigns. And when I do that I have to head on over to statcounter, although Blogger seems to have better numbers for me - but is probably less accurate, or one would think.

Lately Facebook has become the place for bloggers to engage.

I'm in way too many groups and seem to be added to them behind-my-back and in front of my face. Or however that saying goes.

Now, I'm not saying I mind. Not at all. I just wish Facebook had the etiquette that *I* do. When I invite someone to a group I ASK them if they want to join me. I ASK them if they want in.

When I find myself added to a group I'll be honest, sometimes I want to rebel and just leave. Even if it's the kind of group I'd benefit from.

But I don't always. Which is what? Hypocritical? Not quite. But maybe.

Oops.

And if you've added me to a group recently, please know I don't BLAME you. I'm not mad or anything. It's Facebook I'm cranky with. Promise.

And I miss Twitter.

Doesn't everyone?

Imagine if all of the people who say they miss Twitter came BACK to Twitter and started to talk to one another? Imagine what a beautiful place Twitter would be?

I think I just scored the highest number of times to use the word Twitter in a run-on sentence or two.

See? I can poke fun at myself.

Maybe that's what Facebook has become? The place where bloggers go to poke fun at themselves in a more controlled space.

But Facebook could disappear in a hot minute. Well, probably not, but still ... all those pictures. Damn. I need to go save every.single.one of them right this minute.

Maybe I'll publish this first, but I mean it.

It's scary how social media works sometimes. Or all the time.

I don't know.

Social media certainly reminds us we're not alone.

I know there's always that one post. Or that one video. Or that one - well - whatever it is - that tells us to get off the computers and the phones and the tablets and go outside. Or look up at our family. Our partner. Our friends. And it always makes me laugh because that person? Their words or images or video has gone viral. And they get all this publicity and recognition (although, admittedly, I usually remember the relaying of the message more than the person who created it) and they're doing pretty much what they tell us not to do in their message.

So.

Yeah.

Social media IS made up of hypocrites.

And back-stabbers.

And those who crunch the numbers and will do anything to get to where they think they want to be.

Sure.

But ...

But what? ... you ask.

I don't know. It's filled with much more - for sure.

Sigh.

So much more.

But that's a whole 'nother post. Or four.

Or you can go see my friend Tracie again because she has explained it really well already.

Looks like I found some stuff to say, doesn't it?

I'm not even sure where this was headed. Or where to wrap it up.

I just know that "they" say super wordy posts can get passed over pretty quickly. *wink*

So I'm going to head on over to StumbleUpon and see what's happening there.

It's way less stressful. Just way more confusing.

And it's somehow going to get me more exposure, even though it's taken me years to understand it.

So I guess maybe I care.

A little bit.

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