So my previous post got just the teensiest bit misinterpreted.
Who’d a thunk it? Just one more example of my own unique blend of British sarcasm, humour and sheer insanity not translating too well to the written word.
Just to set the record straight here, in case y’all are starting to get the impression I am a delicate flower who needs sheltering from the rough and tumble of the real world (don’t you just love it when analogies up and die on you in the middle of a sentence like that?) –
I am not scared.
I never for one moment contemplated jacking in the blogging gig. It would take far more than one moment of internet randomness to make me stop what I’m doing.
I love that I never know who is going to walk through those salon doors next. I love it that someone I haven’t met in a couple of years randomly stops by the blog, reads a bit, and goes “Hang on… She’s familiar…”
I write as “Cas” instead of my real name because, well, I’ve always been Cas online. It’s quicker to type if nothing else. It’s not an attempt to remain anonymous. Frankly, “Cas” is just way cooler than “Claire”.
I’m getting off my point here.
Tristan, you did nothing wrong. In fact you left me with a grin a mile wide on my face most of the day. The whole thing was just so deliciously unexpected. I’d probably say “out of left field” if I was actually in the habit of using baseball metaphors (I think it’s a baseball thing anyroad 😕 ).
The point I was trying to make with that post was not that I was knocked back in a bad way by someone I used to know outside of the blogging sphere stumbling across Bright Meadow. Rather I wanted to point out how amazing and wonderful I found the whole thing. You really never do know who is going to read your blog and, far from sending me quaking behind the sofa, it’s made me even firmer in my convictions that getting your audience talking back is a good thing.
So there you have it everyone. I like the random. I celebrate the bizarre. I embrace the unexpected. I like old acquaintances popping out of the woodwork and making themselves known.
People – you’re the reason I blog and leave my comments form open.