Part of the fun of writing a site like this is the rapport with people who comment.
If someone comments more than a couple of times, their comments cease to be mere words, and become a connection. I follow back to their site and read about their lives and a connection is made. They have learned a little about me and I have learned a little about them.
There connections are strange things. I could walk past the vast majority of the people who comment here and I wouldn’t know them from Adam. Just because I don’t know your name, what you look like or what you sound like, doesn’t matter, as we have connected in that strange other place called the blogosphere.
Less than two months ago, Belfast Taxi Driver dropped by and left a comment. I followed the link back to his site and started to read it, and it became one of my regular stop-offs. He commented a couple more times, and that weird thing – the connection – was established. I became interested in his writing and he obviously read my efforts as he commented a few more times.
Recently he twisted his ankle and on Friday was bemoaning the fact that he was no longer able to work until the ankle mended itself. He wrote about not being too happy at being a ‘kept man’.
Yesterday, I dropped by his site to see how the ankle was coming along and what I saw was akin to a sledgehammer between the eyes.
Obviously I have never met Belfast Taxi Driver. I don’t know a thing about him other than he drove a taxi in Belfast, but that doesn’t matter. The connection is still there. When I read that post, I felt the pain.
BTD – wherever you are – I know you are at peace.
And Mrs BTD – my thoughts are with you.
I am truly stunned. It’s the weirdest thing. Commentators also make connections with other commentators. For some reason he was one of my favorites. I just liked him. Go with God BTD.
Wow, a bit of a shock that. All the best to his family.
I always wonder what happens to those that blog or comment when they just go silent, sometimes you know why, but others are a mystery.
Really sad news, thoughts are with Mrs Belfast cabby & the boy.
Take note here. KEEP YOUR WEIGHT DOWN. I don’t have to worry because I’m only 2 dimensional like a paper doll.
Geez Gail that was a heart warming, smpathic comment.
RIP BTD, you’ll be missed.
I do a greater service than all the condolences in the world to fat people who drop dead suddenly. What’s your waist measurement Brighid?
Gail – Under the circumstances, your comments are not very tactful, funny or relevant. Please retract.
I didn’t mean to be funny. Not tactful, yes. But relevant, extremely. This should send a message that overweight young people die. You read it everyday, but to see a picture makes the message clear. If it were my brother, I’d shout the same thing. I’m a Enneagram number One–a crusader.
I was new to your blog March 19th. I didn’t know this guy. If I had I’d have let it go.
I don’t tell you to retract your fucking fuck it all, fuck complaints. (Actually I LOVE your blog. You are the tops as your prizes each year show.)
Gee, I didn’t know I had such substance for a paper doll.
Jesus. There’s a time and a place.
I’ve always been impatient. I agree Holemaster & I apologize.
(I assume you’re a very good golfer.)
Thanks for the post. I was an occasional visitor and commenter.
I was totally shocked when I read this a couple of days ago Grandad. Couldn’t even comment right away, because I was by way of a change absolutely speechless!
Glad you wrote this. You are absolutely correct, the online connection thing is real – Every bit as real as those relationships in the real world.