I spent many of my formative years in England, where I adopted the cultural norms. [link] My father was in the Navy, which meant that we spent some of those years hither and thither, but Brit’s do not adapt to ‘abroad,’ and maintain the same standards regardless of where they end up. [translation = colonialism] If I were to visit my "brother in China," things would be very different. If I jumped on an aeorplane to visit my "daughter," they would be different again.
But etiquette in the ether, is more intangible, with no-one to tell you what the rules are. Quite often as you’re zipping happily along in the blogosphere, you come across a posting the effects your "psyche." Sometimes you’re shocked, or struck dumb. It is at these times that I feel like a voyeur. Often I will want to add a comment, but I am at a loss to know what to write, that will not seem crass, insensitive or meaningless.
Many bloggers have no way of knowing that anyone has read their work, as a "sitemeter," hasn't entered radar screen. Others know that they have had visitors but that no-one has any opinion that they wish to share with the writer, leaving them without validation, approval or acknowledgment.
As I struggle up my own personal learning curve, or rather, creep, I thought I might share my conclusion Whilst I am a newbie of a mere six months, this phenomenon has left me flummoxed on more than one occasion. Do I make my presence known by leaving a comment, or do I slink away with my proverbial tail between my fingers?
It is therefore with “grateful thanks” that I can now note, that to write a comment to say the equivalent of ‘you have left me speechless,’ is probably the way ahead for me.
So unlock your stiff upper lip, snap those typing fingers and don't let your lips be sealed.
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