Obviously I was once like you. I read blogs. I felt I knew everyone here, but no one knew me. At the time ( I was a lurker) I was not in a ttwd relationship, in fact my husband didn't even know this corner of cyberspace existed let alone Dd. I hadn't ever read a Love Our Lurkers post before writing my own. That is how new I was! I barely knew how to insert pictures into posts. In fact the fact that I had started to blog blows my mind still to this day. Sorry I am getting ahead of myself or off topic.
Back to my lurking days....
I laughed along with others, but no one heard me. I cried with them, but no one saw. I had thoughts that no one knew. Why? Because I thought I didn't fit in. I knew them, but they didn't know me. Why would they want to hear what I had to say?
One day, I was so moved by Stormy's post, I had to say something. You know what? I had a warm welcome from her. Not a dismissive comment in the least. A little later Lillie, ( who sadly no longer blogs) had a funny story that I could relate to, and so I commented again. Again another warm welcome.
The list goes on and on after that. After delurking I began to believe that maybe having a relationship with my husband like those here do might actually be possible. I began to reach out to a few, 'behind' the scenes. I have to tell you I have managed to develop some spectacular friendships all because I took a breath and pressed comment.
Think of Love our Lurkers Day as an open invitation to a party. I personally HATE pressure and arbitrary timelines, so if today is not your day, that is okay. Maybe tomorrow or next week. Maybe in an email? I can tell you I have never EVER regretted becoming part of this community.
Not a Dder/ttwder? That doesn't matter. We have plenty of those people in this community too. A different perspective and point of view is always most welcome and often challenges in ways we need.
I was once like you. Standing outside, looking in. Perhaps walking by the same place over and over again, like taking an evening stroll over the holidays and seeing through the window a warm party taking place.
A passer by invites you in, but you are unsure. They all seem to know each other so well. Will my presence interrupt the party? Will I stand out? What will they think of me? Am I dressed appropriately?
I am from a fairly large family. When my older brother and sister were in high school there were borders at the schools they attended. Often those kids couldn't go home for the holidays. There was always room for one more at our house. " Another potato in the pot" is what my Mom always says. This community is no different.
( or ya know another beer in the fondue pot)
So come on in! We don't expect you to be like them....(although you can be if you want to)
But we'd hope maybe you wouldn't feel like you have to be this either....
This day has been dedicated to you because we WANT you to come in....
The people at the party really are that nice. I am not saying you have to invest everything you have here in saying hello. I will tell you that I have made some to the best friendship I have ever had in my life since I delurked. It wasn't actually something I thought about the day I hit comment. But is is something that happened. I know, how is that possible Willie? In the span of a lifetime a year is but a blip. The best friendships of your life? How lonely were you? That is just it, I wasn't lonely. I'm not lonely. When you share as much as we do here even anonymously, you are able to cultivate friendships that you didn't think were possible. I mean once someone knows you have given your husband the right to spank you for discipline, well talking about your son failing a class is easy! LOL
So take the first step, hit the comment button. Because.....
( just a little note our friend Clara has