I’ll Give You the Clap

The Professor Wants to Be Your Medium Lover

I’ll Bring You Flowers and Tell You You’re Pretty

One of the most important aspects of Medium for me is being sure that I’m properly appreciating my friends and followers. I never want even one person to feel as though I’m ignoring them or unappreciative that they left a comment for me.

I like people. Unless you’re a racist or bigot, you’re good, in my book. I remember hearing that famous quote by Will Rogers, “I never met a man I didn’t like.” That’s such a cool statement. Even if I can’t say the same myself.

I’ve never met a Medium Writer that I didn’t like. Well, until they gave me a reason not to. I’m not overly sensitive about odd comments unless I can tell that the person’s intent is to be an asshole on purpose. Fortunately, those people seem to be few and far between here on Medium.

Even if they are rude, ignorant and racist, or are just mean sons-of-bitches, it’s as easy to deal with as a push of a button. Not everyone is going to be your biggest fan. We have to accept that as writers. Our thing can be sometimes negative and critical in terms of feedback, from certain types of people.

That’s cool with me. I feel as though I write to the best of my ability and that most readers are having a good time when they’re reading and commenting on my blogs. And I love the reads and comments. Especially when we banter back and forth in the comment sections.

I want to be a good friend to all. I also want to make others laugh with my comments. Half the fun of social media in the earlier to middle days was bullshitting with people about the posts I made.

Whether they were old friends, new friends, or those social media friends you’d never likely meet, but consider to be good people, it was always fun. The only reason I keep my social media accounts alive at this point is just to keep in touch with the few really cool people I’ve met on them over the years.

I want that here, too. I feel that when other writers engage my blogs and articles, it makes me feel loyalty to them. I often will go read a couple or a few of their writing pieces, just to return the favor. It’s the right thing to do.

I’ll also try to chit-chat in the comments by thanking them for taking the time to read my writing and for their generally kind comments. I could probably spend an entire week trying to catch up on commenting back to the people who comment on mine. If only I had more time daily to do so.

I wish I could do more for everyone here. I’d love to have the time to read every story you publish. I’d love to help more people earn here on Medium than I’m able to. Yet there are only so many hours in each day.

I’d love to send big virtual hugs here to all. It would be even cooler to show up at your door randomly, hair flying in the wind, and offer you a big in-person hug. Perhaps give you flowers, and tell you that you’re pretty. Even the boys, too. Everyone is pretty in their own way.

One thing I love about my middle child is her complimentary ways. Even in grade school, if we were out in public and she liked someone’s hair, clothing, tattoos, or something else, she’d tell them that they were pretty. She even told a fella at the grocery store with a long, full, majestic beard that he was pretty.

I don’t know if everyone took her compliments well. Some people don’t handle compliments as well as others do. It can be a bit awkward and come across as odd or off-putting. But it didn’t stop her from doing it. And I’m glad about that.

Well, being that I’m not a rich and famous writer 23 months into this Writer’s Journey of mine, I guess we’ll have to settle for this online relationship we all have, at least for now. Big virtual hugs to you all. More funny stuff in my writing and in our comments will be coming your way.

Keep reading my stuff. Maybe I’ll hit that income level sooner than later and my Bride and I will show up at your door with flowers and our cooking supplies. Just let us know where to park the RV. We’ll need one when we go on tour to meet all of our writer friends.

We’ll bring big hugs and some flowers for you all. Maybe we can come inside and sit for a spell. Perhaps I’ll summon my Wine-Drunk Italian Chef persona and whip you up a baked ziti or Italian meatloaf. We’d eat, drink and be merry while having a blast. As long as our dog Mooch is welcome to come, too.

Just supply the wine and have your kitchen ready for some awesome Italian cooking and a bunch of laughs. Oh, and a vase for your flowers. Don’t forget, you’re pretty. &:^)

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