Hierarchy among bloggers out there may be totally in my head. But have you ever been reading along lurking on unknown blogs, and say you find what they write amusing so you think you should comment but... then... you don't? I do that sometimes too, and I will attempt to tell you why. Usually I look at how many people they have following them and if it's a huge number then I think well, they just don't need me and my 2 cents. They're like the equivalent of the jocks and cheerleaders sitting on the hallway heaters watching and evaluating everyone as they walk by. Taking mental acceptance or denial notes. Perhaps I judge to harshly since I, myself once tried out for cheer leading and missed out on that particular opportunity to be a snotty pants. Oh I still remained friendly to them (had to keep my social status as high as possible you know) but some (most) of them were basically snotty pants(s).... Not you MaryAnn!
OK, I will just get up off of my therapy couch now and get to the point. If someone I don't know leaves me a comment I am all flattered and instantly go check out that blog and leave a thank-you note back. Is that like a desperate puppy or a friendly neighbor? I can't be certain. But I do know that you can tell a lot about people by how the reciprocate on the blogosphere. Some people who have a huge following will still come on over and say hello. Some will not. It is my opinion that those in the later category are being a bit full of themselves. Or maybe they are just busy and can't get around to all their fans. Then there are some who will comment one time and I think, oh a new friend! But then they never come back. Was it something I said? Does my blog smell? Why do I give a crap? I don't know. It's just a silly blog right? I have found over time though, that I generally like people who like me, and don't care for those who don't. Cocky? Probably.
Let's just say that I try to be nice and reciprocate to most everyone who stops by. Even if it's just once. Maybe it was my snotty upper Oak Hills upbringing that has me leery of the Sneeches with stars upon thars out there. Maybe this is why I tear up when Jud Fry from Oklahoma sings about everyone being better than him. Poor guy, if he had a blog he'd say all kinds of awkward things and make people run for the hills. Just betting some of them are for Oak Hills.