I Comment Therefore I Am

We all have our gifts, one of mine is I give good comment. It’s true! What you don’t believe me?! Hell, I take this commenting on other blogs business seriously. I’m not saying my self worth is wrapped up in it or anything, but I will tell you this: I Comment Therefore I Am.

Here are a few of the comments I left scattered around the blogosphere:

Margo was given oranges as a gift. She doesn’t know what to do with them so she asked for a recipe. Here’s my favorite recipe involving oranges:

Wash the oranges,

peel them,

separate the sections,

open your mouth,

put in one section at a time,

close your mouth,

chew,

swallow,

repeat until there is no more orange left.

Use this recipe daily until the oranges are gone. Oranges are amazing when they are in season. My mother has an orange tree and brought us a couple dozen. We quickly finished them using the above recipe.

Have you had any online misunderstandings? I have. You see sometimes I forget that people don’t really “know” me. I had such a misunderstanding with Kristen when I first met her. Fortunately, instead of just writing me off as a jerk she investigated. Recently she gave me an award and after thanking her I wrote:

… I was just thinking about how we met today. I was telling another blogger about how I left a comment on one of your posts and my tone did not come across the way I intended, but thankfully you addressed it and after some back and forth we ended up following each other. I’m glad that you didn’t let your first impression of me be the only impression.

Nancy is an excellent writer, but she never even has to use those skills to make me love a post.  She used the word “asshat” and it made me so unbelievably happy. Here’s how I feel about that word:

You probably don’t know this, but if you ever want to write a post that I love all you have to do is use the word “asshat”; it makes me giggle like a school child. I mean picture it! Picture an asshat and picture it on someone’s head. It’s an ass on their head! But then it gets even funnier when you are calling someone an asshat because I then have to picture that person being worn as a hat! Or I can also picture a hat for your ass. I mean really anyway I look at it an “asshat” is hilarious. 

Write-Brained wrote a post about a magazine and their “size” issue. Although she thought the photographs representing larger women were lovely, she wondered why we need a “size issue” why can’t magazines just represent all sizes all the time. Ugh! I could go on an on about this subject because I am a magazine junky, I love fashion, and I hate discrimination of any and all kinds. Here’s what I had to say:

I think media should be progressive and it’s just not. The media does not reflect what is going on in the real world. Just like I don’t want to see a magazine with only Caucasian models, I also don’t want to see only skinny models.

I do take offense at “skinny models” being exempted from the term “real women” because they are real women and I do not have a problem with them being represented but they should not be over-represented.

I also don’t buy into the whole “but the clothes look better on thin women”. If that is so then designers need to make clothes that look good on larger women too. They are screwing themselves out of revenue if they don’t.

blueviolet was tagged and wrote a list on it she said she likes tampons. I love to overshare too so I said…

I have never used a tampon and I am 38 years old. (I’m sure you needed to know that.)

won wrote: I now wonder what the purpose of life is when “everything must end eventually, everyone must die and the Earth is bound to disappear.” Here’s what I think:

Here is how I have come to terms with death and dying and how I answer what the purpose of life is if “everything must end eventually, everyone must die and the Earth is bound to disappear” :

Our lives matter because they are finite. They must never be taken for granted. As we go about our day to day life we forget that we are destined to die because having that reality front and center can be debilitating, but death reminds us to love, cherish, and live to the fullest. I think for the most part we fail and forget, but every once in a while and some times far too frequently loss comes around to remind us that we are not forever and nothing around us is, so we must embrace this moment, this NOW.

I have a difficult time conveying in words what my heart knows to be true. I have been obsessed with death and dying from a very young age in a way that felt paralyzing, until something changed and I saw that there is beauty even in losing.

I’d like to end with a comment left on my blog from the aforementioned Nancy. I had written about an an odd dream I had and this is what she shared:

..Eek about that dream. I’ve been there. I once dreamed I was talked to a hot, random man, and some breast milk squirted in his eye, blinding him. ( I just love the visual.)

That’s it for this edition of I Comment Therefore I Am.

Do you give good comment? Wanna play along? Go forth, spread the comment love, and turn it into a post (I keep a draft post open while I read blogs throughout the week).  Recycle, reuse, and reduce my friends; it’s the wave of the future.

Oh and feel free to comment on my comments otherwise how will I know that you exist.

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