Last week my California friends Steve and Suzanne visited Seattle and me, from their home in California. As we walked through the arboretum one sunny morning, talking about our lives, Steve told me that whenever he finds himself getting angry and upset about the behavior of others, he says to himself, “Who do you think you are?”
There are so many reasons why I love this question. When I was a columnist in Port Townsend, and here, too, as a blogger, I can’t help wondering why anybody finds my thoughts and opinions worth reading. Who do I think I am?
And I think there are kind and helpful ways to ask this question of oneself. In my opinion, a good way to discover true answers is to look at what you spend your money and your time on.
Here in the blogging world, I have another kind of reality check. Do you ever notice the instant Google ads that accompany my blog? The last time I checked, my account, started in March, was up to a whopping $3.27 earned by me as my readers click on the ads Google picks out to display. They choose stuff based on what I’m writing about. Sixty and Single in Seattle? Would the ads be lingerie or dating services or posh restaurants for daters?
No. I noticed, for example, that a post about making a cake and dancing alone elicited an ad for making solar power at home (power4home.com). What does that mean?
I thought something interesting might appear with my recent post about David and Goliath and Con Air, but Trophy cupcakes wasn’t what I expected. Still, the all-time winners for an amazing look at who Google thinks I am are these:
Water Leaks Located
Las Vegas Clean Pipes (!)
Seattle Laundry Services
Tattoo Removal Pictures
Porsche Boxster Wallpaper.
But, enough about me. Who do you think I am?
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