So….My last post was my most successful ever. ‘Ever’ meaning three months.
I had a surprising number of views – and I am even adjusting for the new weird way that WordPress seems to be counting views. I think their new methodology may be akin to every kid getting a trophy at T-Ball. But whatever. If they think they will make me happy by saying I am very popular…well, yes, they will. I am that needy.
But on the other hand… my fabulously popular post was the one with the HORRENDOUS photos of me trying on glasses.
Oh yeah, folks just clicked and clicked. I think maybe some of you guys came back three or four times. And you clicked on the photos to look at them nice and big, too.
A few weeks ago, one of my blogger friends was expressing consternation at not being able to figure out why some posts are successful and some are duds. I shared with him my philosophy: “When my blog post is successful, I think I am a genius. When it flops, I think there must be something wrong with WordPress.”
So how am I supposed to feel about a successful blog starring Me Looking Bad?
My ego is extremely confused.
But I have decided to interpret this in my own special self-centered way: “You like the way I write, but you’ve been jealous that I was so gorgeous. So now you like me more knowing that I’m almost like a regular human. I have bad hair days too. Bad face days, actually.”
But here’s another wrinkle (no, not on my face). Just last week, a sweet friend who is a very talented professional photographer offered to re-do my blog photo. She thinks I could look better. Now it’s wonderful that she believes I am prettier than my ‘good’ photo. And it’s so tempting to think I might someday have a photo where I may possibly even look beautiful. And if anyone could perform this miracle, she could. But she also said that my current pic doesn’t capture the real me. That it doesn’t look like me. Now that is a dilemma.
Because I think I like that picture – a lot – because it doesn’t look like me.