Tuesday, October 06, 2009

Oh 47, you sly thing, you...

When that whole Blogger Follower thing was created, we got a bunch of our faithful readers signed up right quick. Then the numbers eased up to the 26-ish mark and remained steady for awhile. The next 20 of you seemed to sneak in and grab a seat some time when I wasn't looking, but it's good to have you here all the same.

But 47? You, my friend, are driving me a little crazy. You come, you go, you drop back for a visit and make my heart soar by becoming a follower... and then you leave again. Just like that. With no explanation. I'm going to assume you would have said, "It's not you, it's me. I just can't handle being in a relationship with two people so much funnier than me. Perhaps I'll be back when I come to terms with never being able to outwit you."

But seriously. Quit jerking us around and just make up your mind already. Stay or go. I don't care.

Ok, I do care. That was my anger talking. Anger that we can't make this work. But here's the thing. I check this blog many, many times a day to see what people are saying about me (yoo hoo, confirmed attention whore over here!). And literally, you've been here one minute and gone 10 minutes later when I check back in. And then I waste part of my day reading over my last post and trying to figure out which part scared you off our Followers list and wondering what I could have done to make this work.

So, please, 47, won't you give us a chance?

4 comments:

Pollyanna said...

I know what you mean about the followers that are there and then gone. Kind of hurts my feelings when that happens. I've learned to let it go because sometimes people just don't know what the heck they are doing. You're funny, I'm funny and if they don't want to be in on the funny, it's their loss :)

Soda and Candy said...

Hahaha, I just lost two after having steadily climbing numbers for ever, and I've no idea who I lost or why! Try not to think about it.

edder said...

I know the feeling. Losing a Follower is like being the square-toed ankle boot of the closet: you have great memories but the other person is done. They're clearing out the clutter.

It's hard not to take it personally. I hear you, my friend.

sj said...

edder, i dig your shoe metaphors.