I have a dirty little secret to confess.

When I first started posting on OS I went through what I now know to be true with a lot of people. Hardly anybody commented on my posts. I would write my little heart out and get between two and none. I told myself to just stick it out because wasn't the writing what it was all about for me? I  wasn't in a beauty contest. I did, in fact, really care about world peace and starving children and I had something to say. 

But always she was there with her horde of admirers mocking me.

I got discouraged and deleted all of my posts. Twice! Nobody noticed.

They were all too busy hurrying over for cake, cake and more cake. 

What was the use of me trying if I couldn't write something more interesting than the sight of a (excuse me here, please, this was before) stupid troll doll?

I had tried. I friended her but by the time I'd get a chance to check in there would be a hundred comments and two hundred rates on how cute she looked in the little bow. Her and her little, "me, me, me". I was kind of ashamed of myself for friending her, actually, since I am an independent thinking individual and not known for going along with the crowd.

So, I unfriended her one of the times when I was definitely leaving this time for sure and just never friended her back again. 

I went along my way working on improving my writing and slowly gaining a few friends for which I am very thankful. But I'd be reading someone else's blog and there she would be with that (excuse me again) stupid hair sticking up in the air and laughing at me. me. me. me. me.

One day I decided that there must be someone behind that freaky little troll who was paying their dues and writing some serious stuff her on OS and I needed to get over myself. 

Then when reading another's post and I saw that little face I'd click over just to see how she was doing. Most of the time I'd laugh in spite of myself but damned if I could figure out why she was soooooo popular. 

Recently when Freaky was gone I found that I kind of missed my little peaks into the bizarre world of pink hair and cake and me, me, me. Since she's been back I sneak over to her place to see what's happening but I just look over the fence. There always seems to be a party going on and I do love a party.

Please don't judge me too harshly for my attitude of the past. For some of us it takes a little longer to come to appreciate the Freakier side of OS. 

Today I am declaring that I will no longer be jealous of Freaky Troll. She deserves all of the adoration that she receives for having such a fun place to visit. I will hit the publish button below and go directly and favorite her and never look back.

Only sometimes, can I let it be all about me, me, me?