When we like something, we can mistakenly assume everyone else will like it the same. Take chicken livers as an example. I happen to love them, a lot. But every time I express that love, someone nearby says, “Ewe! Seriously, you like them?”
Love for a particular author, or blogger is also a matter of personal taste.
Poetry used to annoy me. I did not get it. My high school English teacher was an angry, unhappy woman who ruined it for me with her selections.
One should not take it personal when another wants to rave about an author or football team you do not care for. If one wants to deck themselves out in black and gold eyelashes, well that does not in any way make them weird. Not at all.
Permission granted: go find your team, writers group, conference, or agent and editor that get you, and get on with enjoying your life. God loves us, each and every one.