We all remember the days of celebrating when we'd have one more follower. I remember clearly the day that I was up to my fourth follower and first random commenter. I shouted for joy and told Mr Incredible (among others) and I quote: "A professional blogger commented!" I'm realizing a year or so later that she wasn't "professional" she had a lot of followers. Again, my mantra applies, tomato tomahto.
Wait. Who am I kidding? I still wait for just one more follower. And a different commenter. Heck! I even got an anonymous commenter the other day! The only reason I was sad was because I wasn't verbally harassed by he she (it?). And I'm still, STILL waiting for the day I get a Cambodian spammer in my comments section. That's official like relationship status on facebook official.
So I'm imploring your help. Because when Jen says that she's blogging for her job (pffff) and Emcy asks "how do you have 104 followers? Not that I care how many followers I have...*trailing off...* (pfff) and Rose is "online journaling" we all just know that they are new bloggers who haven't come to grips with Step 1: Admitting. Admitting that we are powerless over our need to be noticed. To have followers.
We all want to be leaders of a circus. In our case, it's a virtual circus. Which is pretty thought provoking. Descartes, anyone? (Rose?)
So I'm going to strongly advise you to go read their blogs and follow. Follow. Follow. And I'm going to proudly list them on my blog roll under my (not yet existent) Friends and family Blogs. I always thought those friend and family blogs were such a Below the Belt Move. Like saying, "these are outrageously awesome blogs under 'My Faves,' but please excuse my Friends and Families' blogs." Not so, friends.
I guarantee youll be slightly envious of their way with words. Dormant Gloria Steinman? Yes please. Delightfully and maybe overeagerly assisting policemen (while describing her husband as having a 'clipped bark'?) Uh thank you yes. Chicken wings (too many?)? Forgetting to take out the garbage (again?)? Now that is empathy at its finest.