I’m not really active on Twitter. My blogging friends tell me that I have to participate more on Twitter to get my Klout score up. For those of you who aren’t bloggers, Klout is the “hottest” new way to find out who has the most influence online. I really could care less about whether or not Klout thinks I have influence. My primary blog is well read and any pr person worth their salt could figure that out if they took a little initiative.
But that isn’t what I want to talk about tonight. I do want to mention what happened on Twitter. I have a list of people that I listen to. Meaning, I have certain people on Twitter that I enjoy following. Some are food bloggers, some are other mom bloggers, and there are a few that I follow because they make me laugh.
So, tonight when I read a tweet from someone I admire, I tweeted back. It was a nice enough tweet, as far as tweets go. It was encouraging and helpful. Or so I thought, but my tweet was ignored. Now, that wouldn’t normally bug me because Twitter can be crazy and you certainly can’t respond to all of the people who tweet at you. It’s happened to me before too, life gets busy and you can’t respond to everybody.
However, this had to have been the third or fourth tweet I’ve sent to this particular person (not all on the same day) and none of them have been acknowledged. Now to be fair, this blogger has a pretty decent sized blog. I’m sure they get a bazillion tweets a day. I get that it would be impossible to respond to them all, but it doesn’t take the sting away. It also doesn’t help that I’ve been following their blog for quite awhile which has quite possibly given me a false sense of connection to the blogger.
But between you and me, I think it’s more of a status thing. The blogging world is much like a high school cafeteria. Or as my kids could better relate to, some bloggers have stars on their bellies. Did you ever read that classic Dr. Seuss story? The Sneetches that had stars on their bellies were the privleged ones. They wouldn’t converse with the Sneetches without stars.
Sometimes I wish I had a star. Sure, I’ve been doing this for years. And yes, I have my own strong readership. But it doesn’t matter how many page views I have, how many campaigns I’ve participated in, or how many comments I get on each post. Because that isn’t why I write. I love connecting with people. And as much as I’d like to think that I’m worth getting to know, it doesn’t mean that all bloggers will feel the same way.
When I graduated from high school, I thought I left all of this type of stuff behind. The desire to fit in. But I’m not sure if that desire ever goes away. The adult me understands all of this. The child me just wants the damn star for my belly.