Now and then I have days when I bounce out of bed instantly happy to be awake. When that happens, it is almost always because I’m looking forward to reading what you have written to me while I slept. But why do your comments mean so much to me?
I’ve thought a lot about that, and I now believe it mostly comes down to two things. First, your point of view is quite often intrinsically interesting to me. Through your eyes, I see things in new ways, and those ways enrich my world. They are ways in which I can escape the prison of my own mind, my own thoughts, my own opinions. Although I might not always agree with you, I almost always find your insights refreshing and engaging.
Second, you are so courteous and considerate. That was the last thing I expected when I started blogging. I was used to a more rough and tumble internet. Instead, I found friends who choose to speak in civil tones on even the most sensitive topics. I feel like you have given me a gift.
Near as I can figure, those are the main two reasons I have now and then discovered myself bouncing out of bed with enthusiasm to read what you’ve said.
This evening, the beautiful, charming Meleah posted the 5000th comment left on Café Philos. Five thousand comments. Perhaps two hundred wonderful commentators all told. I feel like the luckiest blogger in the world.