Part of me (the part that I don’t necessarily like or agree with all the time) thinks I should celebrate milestones. The other part pauses mid-fork-to-face to offer a dismissive ‘Why do you even care?’, before stuffing another well soaked maki roll into his mouth. Right now I’m probably more concerned with his use of this western utensil in such a heretical manner… although his boorish application of soy sauce (albeit low sodium) to his sushi is likely also a point of concern.
And so I oscillate between pretending not to care… and… whatever the polar opposite of that is. In any event, I got this yesterday…
I suppose it was bound to happen eventually… but in all honesty, followers just stoke my anxiety levels. I soothe the rampant concern that people might be reading my stuff by quickly convincing myself that for the reality of ‘actual’ readership (ie people who are not just looking for a reciprocal follow and immediately mute you, bots or those people just trying to sell you something) you should likely divide this number by ten.
Ten seems like a much more manageable number.
And so to you ten wonderful followers, despite wondering what is wrong with you that you can bear to sift through this garbage (especially the libertarian stuff) every day I would like to say… thank you. You guys are pretty cool. And I’ve learnt something from new from each and every one of you.
Hopefully y’all are having a particularly auspicious day. Live long and prosper. Motherfuckers.