Just when I was feeling insecure, I still feel insecure

I find this post about how cool I am. I wonder who's blog it is. Phoebe maybe? She totally rocked when I worked with her back at AOHell. Oh yeah. It turns out to be her. Blogstalking in the works.

Yes, I was just perusing the web (distracted from my QAing) thinking how I don't get many comments or random emails asking me out on dates (believe it or not, I've only gotten about 2 of these in the 2+ years of blogging here). Not that I'm asking for them. That's way less from when I did my overnight radio show. (I would get calls from random guys asking me out after I did my air breaks, just by the mere sound of my voice.) G has gotten way more comment posts and personal emails from her blog, that's been up for 2 weeks or less, than I've gotten in the last month or so. That's great for her blog and I'm happy about it, but it makes me wonder about my own. Are the majority of my readers lurkers? Is my content really so egotistical that no one finds it interesting? That depresses me. It's true, I do this thing mostly for myself. But I do get a fair amount of hits. Comparison sucks, but I still do it. Like leaving the house, I like feedback. Nothing on the current series of dream actualization. Are my posts so out there that my readers don't know what to think? Are my words vague gibberish that sounds like English but comes out crazy? Or maybe what I write is just so obviously common sense to everyone except me. Would it be better if I talk about my love of driving or something more mundane or specific?

Don't worry. I'm already working on my next series that will teach you how to be enlightened by driving in Los Angeles. It's true.