So it occurs to me that even if it hasn’t been obvious, I have been attempting to be someone I’m not. I have been thinking a little too hard about the cliques that come along with blogging, and letting it bother me. Those days are over.
Before I started blogging, I became friends on GoodReads with a certain person who shall remain nameless. I thought she was so cool and when I saw her blog, I was totally inspired to start my own. She writes great reviews and is pretty funny. I used to think of her as one of my closest blogging friends. Now we still talk on Twitter every now and again, but we’ve obviously grown apart.
This person now associates with a handful of other bloggers whose blogs I enjoy reading. Their content is good and there’s a lot of individuality behind each blog. I’m referring to a group here that’s a fairly small size. While these girls are all friendly, it seems to me as though they largely associate with one another. I get it—when it comes to girlfriends, the ones who you can laugh with but who will also support you when you’re down are the best picks.
I tried to subtley insert myself into this group a few times. You know, join conversations on Twitter, perhaps casually drop a mention of hoping to meet them one day if we happened to be at the same event. It’s recently occurred to me that I’ll never be a part of this little group. Honestly? That’s completely fine with me. I still have blogging friends that I’m pretty tight with and those people know who they are.
So I’ve stopped trying and have decided to let it go. Unless it’s something I feel strongly about, I let the Tweets pass me by. I’ll be courteous and chat with one of these ladies if it’s something I’m super passionate, but why keep trying? Why put so much energy into something that’s just not going to happen?
Since getting a full-time job, I’m not on Twitter nearly as much. I often leave it open during work in case someone Tweets a link that’s useful to me in a professional sense, but after work I don’t spend much time online. I’m currently getting ready to do a sprint triathlon in June and I try to keep at lest somewhat busy on the weekends. I have friends in my personal life who constantly welcome me with open arms, and who are not only loving and supportive people, but just plain fun to be with. I’m in a healthy spot outside of blogging and I like it that way. It makes sitting at home trying to stimulate futile internet friendships look like an absurd endeavor.
Some of you may be thinking that I’m ditching Twitter entirely. That’s not true either. I will definitely be doing my best to respond to all Tweets that are directed at me personally, and I’m happy to make new friends.
I doubt I’m the only blogger who has wondered what exactly my place in this community is. Am I cool kid? Or just an outlier sitting in the background with a Coca-Cola, occasionally blurting out that random thoughts that pop into her head?
Clearly, I am the latter. I am an outlier. A weirdo. Truth be told, I always kind of have been. It feels nice to just admit it. I think writing this post will hold me accountable in regards to not stressing about cliques and other blogging drama.
Be friends with who you like, if they have 3,000 Twitter followers or 300. Don’t try to be something you aren’t. While I don’t think anyone will call you out on it, I do believe you’ll be happier.