One of the many awful things about being a blogger is the amazingly frequent awkwardness that arises when, in a conversation with a friend or family member, something comes up that I've blogged about.
Before I launch into a disquisition on the subject, I feel compelled to ask: Did you happen to read my post on the Occupy Wall Street thing?
If they have, my case rests. And I give a little nod, that can't help but to say, "Yeah, that was a wicked-awesome post, wasn't it?" And they nod back in a way that says, "Whatever, dude."
But if they haven't read the post—and they frequently haven't read the post—then they are compelled to admit as much, thereby simultaneously:
A. Acknowledging that they don't always read my blog, which is painful, because they universally believe that I am so narcissistic that I think they read my blog every day. (They all seem to believe this, and I have a very hard time blaming them for having this impression.)
B. Giving me license to regurgitate my blog entry to them.
What could be more socially obnoxious than that?
So to the people who don't read my blog, here's how I suggest we handle this awkward situation in the future.
You say, No, I haven't read that blog post, but if I promise, however emptily, to read it every day from now on, will you please now not tell me the same thing you told your blog readers three weeks ago?
For my part, I'll laugh—heartily, and good-naturedly—and then tell you my blog post anyway.