Fishing For Compliments (1722-1731)

What is Askimet?

Some kind of spam filter, I gather. I was checking out my stats and clicked on the 374 comments it tagged as spam and was overwhelmed by a feeling of well-being. So what if it is just a bunch of dirty spammers looking for a nibble? They have such nice things to say about my blog!

dentalwaterjets said, “Pretty great post. I just stumbled upon your weblog and wished to say that I have truly enjoyed surfing around your blog posts. After all I’ll be subscribing to your feed and I hope you write again soon!” Thanks! I’ll call you number 14!

divulgeemail said, “thanks for this article, it really enlightened me on my strategic approach to websites. thanks again.” You are so welcome!

emailsvip wanted to know, “how long does it take you to finish a good article like this one?” Not long at all. I’m amazing like that.

newmichaelkorsbag had this pithy insight, “It is challenging to get knowledgeable people on this topic, but you sound like you know what you’re talking about! Thanks” No one knows plastic bags full of plastic bags like I do!

casaemail gushed, “this is very helpful information delivered with wit and style.” Why thank you, I am very witty, so glad you noticed.

And finally, the one I will keep under my pillow at night, said, “Learn how to make 1000′s of dollars a month from home. The secret to make money online is reveled here. Binary Options is the way to make money online!”

My Askimet filter box is full of ego snacks, always waiting to brighten my day. Who needs real friends when you can have imaginary ones? Fortunately I have some really good real ones. I wandered down to The Laughing Goat for the $1 early bird Americano and ran into Johnny. I felt grateful that a lovely conversation and a cup of coffee can be had at 7am on a Sunday morning.

There’s lots of people I feel that way about; people who like to solve problems and want to know why we do the things we do. I only really discovered them after I started purging even though I’ve known some of them for years. It’s kind of like that awesome letter I found buried in a folder of old receipts. It was there all along.

Letting go of people is hard. I’m the type that is tortured by the fact that someone might not like me and I’ve made bad choices in order to keep people in my life. I don’t believe that one should be mercenary about friendships, but life is short.

This is a quasi day-off so I’m doing another ten files from my cabinet of doom, maybe I’ll find something awesome in there.

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