Do I exist?

So, I have another comment, this time in response to my expression of fear over the possibility that the only previous comment I had received was about to disappear from my main page. An obscure fear, I know, but what should we call it? Zerocommentaphobia? Ahhh, I apologise, now I'm descending into nonsensical absurdities, which isn't what my blog is for at all... is it? I might add here that I'm very very tired today... which is nothing to do with staying up until the small hours tweaking my own little blog. Not at all.

Any, I'm rapidly running away from the point, which is that I shouldn't worry about looking popular, because my anonymous commentor (should that be commentator? Ooooh, this could be a whole post in its own right! I'm a librarian, you know...) assures me that it's my blog's power to fill me with joy that counts, not my ability to inspire people to respond. I am, of course, overjoyed to have received such an uplifting remark about blogging, but primarily I'm overjoyed because I have a comment on my main page again.

I think I've hit the crux of the problem here, which is that my blog is only going to fill me with joy if people make comments. I need validation. As much as I try and kid myself that I don't need other people - as much as anybody tries to convince themself of that - we all want people to know we exist.