[Are these the "evil scissors" you were looking for? (For more of this, go here.)]
In my last post, I alluded to the search engine terms shown in my statistics that bring people to my blog. They are great fun to read and are the main reason I look at my stats. Lord knows, I sure don’t get any pleasure out of that line graph they show where I often see, in one painful glance, the precipitous plunge of my plummeting blog statistics.
But the search engine terms are quite entertaining—sometimes humorous, sometimes happy, sometimes poetic, and sometimes poignant. And sometimes, they’re real headscratchers. For example, this one: “rat collars; I put them on my rat.” Now this one gives rise to so many questions. First, which one of my posts did that phrase correspond to? Do they really put a collar on their rat? Why? If so, do they take their rats for a walk? Are there little rat leashes too? If they do take them for a walk, what happens when they meet a cat? Where do you buy rat collars? Do rats really have a well-defined neck that a collar would work with? Really, the questions are endless.
In the same “headscratcher” category, we have “evil scissors,” “snake recipes,” “family tree nuts,” and “babies playing poker.” “Babies playing poker” certainly brings an immediate image to your mind, doesn’t it? Can’t you just see the babies, with Budweisers in their hands, cigars dangling from their mouths, poker chips piled high, sitting in diapers around a table?
Then there’s the funny and whimsical—“leaf quizzical,” “money spiders,” “bee collision,” and “quiet stupidity.” One thing’s for sure—I’ll take “quiet stupidity” over “loud stupidity” any day.
But my favorites are the poetic ones. “Nobler modes of life.” “He treasures her like a poem.” “The forever kind of love.” What I like imagining are all the wonderful stories behind these searches. Who are you, sweet man, who treasures your lover like a poem and loves her, no doubt, with the forever kind of love? A nobler mode of life you live, to be sure.
But there are two that I get on a regular basis that almost bring me to tears. One of them is “Mama died I miss her” or “Where are you Mama” or just “mama.” The other is a single word: “Alone.” Or sometimes “Lonely.”
For any of you that find my blog using that phrase, I hope you have found just a little bit of what you’re looking for. If you are lonely, I hope that, somehow, reading my blog helps by showing you that you are not alone in feeling lonely. It’s a universal emotion that very few of us escape. And I hope that reading the kind comments of my blogging friends makes you feel just a little less alone, as it does me, by helping you see, as I have, that there is goodness and kindness yet to be found in this sad, tired, old world. And that I, and you, are not alone. We are not alone.