Honestly, do these bloggers not work? Or sleep? Or eat? Or go to the bathroom? Who do they think they are -- Jack Bauer? Do they not have a hus I mean children to care for? How do they fit watching Lost into all that creating and blogging?
Oh, and then there are the followers. I follow. I have followers….a few….very few. But what is a follower anyway? Is it like a friend on Facebook?
Ha! I have 46 followers now.
Well I have 99. People like me better. Loser.
Should I feel bad that only eight people are following me …. and almost half of them are my family? Is it possible I need blogger therapy? Therapy to discuss the deeper meaning behind why I am not leading well? Therapy to show me how to grab the baton, step high and lead? Or maybe I just need to be more specific about where I’m going. Maybe followers just don’t like surprises. Today, my followers, I am going to lead you to the land of whine!
Or maybe I’m just not cut out to be a blogger. Maybe those daily bloggers with 175 followers and 92 comments on each of their posts are the same people who were the editor of the school newspaper, class president, head cheerleader and dated the captain of the football team. Or … oh, and I like this one. Maybe they are making up their own followers! Maybe they have created a bunch of new people and then they assume those identities and comment on their own blog! That would mean they need therapy. Hey! You there! Yes, you. The obsessive blogger. You are crazy. Really. You need therapy.
Wow. That felt good. Maybe I just don’t care after all.◦
