irony: writing about being a Lurker...

Intentional lurking is not my goal. And there are only a handful of blogs in which I do lurk. But I do so religiously. I love them; Not necessarily these people, but their blogs, the honesty in which every entry is written. If I feel like commenting, I will. However, this happens so very infrequently when something finally occurs where I feel like commenting, it's almost like a spy jumping out from behind the curtains yelling, "Here I am!!! Been here the whole time!!"
It's somewhat strange if you think about it.
Here are these random people, scattered all over the country. I would never be able to choose any one of them from a lineup, most I don't even know their first names, and yet, there is something in each one's writing that keepsme coming back--wondering what each one has going on in his/her lives; something in each one that fascinates me. And I tell SO about it, if there is something in our day that reminds me of someone's blog, I'll mention it. These few people have no idea who I am or that I'm paying attention to them, or that I'm waiting to hear the next event that happens in their lives.
And there's so much that happens that people won't even blog about. This even happens to me, although I fully intend to mention something major in my life, I completely omit it form my blogworld.
For instance, directly before Christmas I cut off my hair. ALL of my hair, people. I had thick curly hair that fell to my hips, to my butt if it was straight (granted, I have an extremely short torso so this may not be as impressive as someone 5'8'') and I never mentioned it. This was something that happened to me that several months later people still commented on it and even now, it is still affecting me. But I totally neglected to blog about it, to write it down and put it out there into the world, to let it float about as my story in the vast universe.
The point being, that was such a major event for me; what are these people whom I do not know, not writing about? Even if I like these people in writing, would I like some of them in a face-to-face conversation? I think the answer is no...
Aside from having a ridiculously high standard of the people I'm around, there are so many things in most people's personalities that irritate the ever-living hell in me; mostly small insecurities that bring more empathetic people out rushing to say, "here, let me help; oh, you poor thing; that is just awful, isn't it?" are the kind of things that make me want to smack someone upside the head and tell him/her to get over themselves.
Mean, huh?
Does it bother people that others lurk on their blogs? Having been a lurker for a few years and only recently (and very sporadically) began to be a blogger I've not yet determined my feelings on the subject. Because the opposite of a lurker is someone who inanely comments on every post, on every single post. Two of my favourite lurking spots have this problem. The same four people who regularly tell them "oh, you're so wonderful! oh, that was so beautiful!; I completely agree with what you're saying!" etc. etc. I think that would grate my nerve-endings as well.
That bridge will be crossed when and if I ever come to it.