I just visited a blog that has over 8000 followers. How is this possible?! Her blog seemed average to me, mildly interesting, nothing to write home about.
I have less than 50 followers. I think I will just stop blogging, this is too disheartening.
I hit “SAVE DRAFT”, and went to visit another blog–which had a thousand comments! I don’t get it.
I seem to have gotten more viewers than usual today, most of them writers, in response to posting my short story “Letter Delivered As A Dream.” In checking out those who visited my blog, I discovered the freakish numbers mentioned above. I’m clearly stunned. And unhappy. I’d ask my readers to comment but I’ve done that more times than I can count, and only rarely does anyone respond.
It’s a brave new world in which I am feeling increasingly obsolete. I remember watching my mother experience herself more remote from the culture with every passing year; now I am experiencing the same. I shouldn’t be, considering I’m 67 and many people my age are still alive. Where are they all? I imagine they’re cuddled up with their “significant others”, the lucky dogs. Or traveling around and seeing the world.
Me, I’m just hanging out in a crummy neighborhood trying not to smoke too much, blogging my sorry opinions, suffering panic attacks, and wondering how things could have gone so terribly wrong that this is how I’m living my “Golden Years.”
There! Probably the most honest blog I’ve written in all the time I’ve been blogging. Take it or leave it, you 50 viewers.