How many of you bloggers are “Freshly Pressed-less” today?
Show of hands, please!
How many of you are secretly weeping into your blogs? How many of you are patting yourself consolingly on your blogging backs, assuring yourself that you’re still OK? It’s OK to be Freshly Pressed-less. Truly it is. And I am going to tell you why.
First, a little background for you readers who are not WordPress bloggers. “Freshly Pressed” is the front page of WordPress. Click on the highlighted link so you can see for yourself who the lucky Pressed Ones are today.
They tell us that these eleven of 575,306 new blogs are the best on WordPress today. They are the best of 107,357,994 words written today on this esteemed site. The best, mind you. Hundreds or maybe hundreds of thousands of bloggers pause at the Temple of Freshly Pressed to gawk at the best. They press “like”. They comment. They oooohhhh. They ahhhhhh. They admire.
And then they go back to their own blogs to Plan how to be Pressed.
WordPress folks even give tips about Pressability. The longing wanna-be Presslies try everything. They try writing dashing and daring headlines. They try writing magnificent topics. They try standing on their head in their blogging shower. They try everything because in their bloggly hearts they want–oh they want–to be Freshly Pressed. They want to be in the World Headlines. They do.
I KNOW they do for two reasons. One, I’ve been around the blogging block this weekend. It’s amazing how many times people will mention “Freshly Pressed” in blogs or comments. Bloggers will sometimes say–“And if this isn’t good enough to get on Freshly Pressed, I don’t know what is.” Or they will comment to the bloggers, “Wow! This one is good enough to be on Freshly Pressed. I hope they are taking notice.”
There is an entire sub-culture of Freshly Pressed wannabes living in Cyber-hopefulness. They’re politely trying to pretend they’re not panting and desiring the coveted award. They’re pretending they are blase. “I really don’t care about being Freshly Pressed. I blog for myself. I don’t blog for other people,” I’ve heard people say, almost with their chin in the blogging air. Still, you can usually see through them. PART of them still lusts to be thrust on the worldwide stage. They dream of 2,000,000 readers dropping casually by their blog to admire the exciting words, the thrilling photographs, the blogger himself.
OK, they dream of 500 people stopping by their blog. Heck, some of them dream of a hundred–do I hear twenty?–dropping by to enjoy the Fruit of the Blogger’s Heart.
The second reason I KNOW about Freshly Pressed desire is because…I’ve been there myself. And there’s only one thing worse than never having been Pressed. It’s having been Pressed and feeling the exciting titillating lovely thrill of hundreds of hits per HOUR pausing, lingering, visiting, commenting upon your creation. It’s like the biggest dopamine hit your brain can imagine. Your heart SWELLS. Your mind PUMPS. Your fingers QUIVER as you type responses. You go on overload. You sing REALLY loud all around your house, in between jumping jacks. You think the world rocks.
And then. And then, dear Pressie-Wannabe: your famous–infamous–creation is removed from the Front Page. Your hundreds or thousands of visitors move on. You make have gained a half-dozen readers–if you were lucky. OK, maybe sometimes you gain dozens. The hits drop from the hundreds back into your pre-fame levels. You are suddenly yesterday’s news. You are yesterday’s blogging child. Your dopamine levels return to normal and… You can’t help it. You want it back. Oh you want it back, and you wait and wait and wait…
And are you still waiting? As one blogging friend who has been Pressed and Pressed-less recently bemoaned with a quiver in his blogging voice, “It’s good while it lasts.”
You see, once you’ve been Pressed, you want more Pressing.
You now KNOW what it’s like and you want more.
It’s a sad state of human affairs, these matters of passion and desire.
I have been Pressed-less for seventeen months after experiencing five heart-thumping roller-coaster wild exciting thrilling lovely incredible Pressings.
At least 82.6% of me doesn’t care. Truly. (She said with her blogging chin held highly in the blogging air.) But 17.4% of me does. It still wants the thrill. The recognition. The oh-so-momentary-and passing fame.
I wouldn’t be writing this blog today just because of that 17.4% part of me. That doesn’t matter. I’m just going to continue to blog–cuz I love it, because it makes my day brighter, because it is FUN–until the fateful day comes when perhaps it’s time to do something different. Or, until death doth take the unwary blogger (heaven forbid!).
But I witness so much unrequited desire in the blogging world. Oh Pressdom! See ME, the desirous parts of so many bloggers clamor. Oh Pressdom, look at that good one, the more compassionate of us beg, wanting the “other” good ones to have their turn shining in the spotlight. Here’s a blog which, as Robin from Bogs of Ohio pointed out in one of the comments, deserved to find its way to Pressed glory today: Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil – Mafia Style.
I think many of us are in this together. Not all of us are 100% mature to accept what is in this moment, to blog selflessly for the pure love of it. We may be aiming in that direction…but we’re not quite there. Yet.
We still like or want or need recognition. We still like or want or need something more…
We think being Freshly Pressed will give us everything we’ve been dreaming…
And yet, the deeper part of ourselves knows that what we truly want–even more than five minutes of fame–is to be true to ourselves. To blog from what our deepest heart wants to say. To truly listen to ourselves–to get the recognition from the deepest part of ourselves. That is lasting satisfaction, a satisfaction which surpasses even Pressdom Fame.
P.S. I would NOT want to have the job of determining which blogs to press to global recognition. Can you imagine how hard that would be? Every blog–and blogger–has a story to tell. Many of our stories and photographs are downright fascinating. How could you decide? Kudos to the person who is deciding…and, um, Freshly Pressed editor, how do you like this blog?