It has been nine weeks since I became a blogger. At first I thought it wouldn't be so easy to get to know the persons whose blogs I had begun to visit. But then, as time went by, as in a real face‑to‑face acquaintance, idiosyncratic behaviour became apparent: on one side, those who rapidly became good friends with me; on the other, those who clearly kept their distances for some reason not always, almost never, quite clear. No news up till now.
At a given moment I decided to alleviate my favourites' list from some of those burdens. And so I did. Last week, however, one of those I had tried to make friends with came suddenly back to leave two comments here, and, by so doing, gave me the impression he might be now interested in getting in touch with me. So I went check out his blog in return.
When I looked at his blogroll I suddenly caught sight of my nickname. That's not me for sure, I said to myself. There must be lots of guys using such a common nickname. Then I clicked on it, and my blog came on display. I was surprised, even a little bit glad about that change of odds and also about the fact that he was enjoying visiting my blog. So I went back again to his blog. Pointing just by chance at my nickname, inside a tiny rectangular white tag that suddenly showed up I got to read the following:
All I now wish for is that you please go and just leave me be. Misunderstanding your sense of humour may definitely be my own problem, but I simply don't want it to be one I shall have to deal with, that's all. Writing for the world to read, as far as I conceive it, implies a certain broadmindedness that aims to be inclusive, not exclusive. «I am myself plus my own circumstances», and this I cannot change at will.