There’s “perfect Englishes,” and there’s insanity.
In the so-called “blogosphere” (I hate that word), people almost always use PageRank and ratings to determine their influence and, to a certain degree, importance. I have absolutely no problem with people who think that way; it’s just that I’m secure enough with my talent in writing and skill in blogging that I don’t need numbers to affirm that for me. I don’t need to know how many people, search bots, and crawlers visit my site on a daily basis. I’m happy enough being a nobody for now because I have my whole life ahead of me if I want to be a somebody.
I get criticisms every now and then for “perfect Englishes;” apparently, some people don’t like you because you write in English. Some people don’t like you because you blog. Hell, some people don’t like you because you write. I do all three, so I guess I need the obligatory pat-in-the-back – no matter how trivial or irrelevant it may be – to make myself feel good.
For all my ranting about being a nobody (nobarreh, nobarreh nobarreh, ahwan nobarreh nobarreh batchoo), I seem to have found a rather telling factoid about what kind of blogger I am.
