Even better question – WHY would anyone stalk me? Much less even follow me? It’s not like my path through life has been rewarding, triumphant, or even vaguely successful, for that matter. i mean come on, abusive childhood – to the point of barely remembering anything between five and fourteen… i suppose that could be a reason:
Follow me to find out how to not remember your own life.
Nah – doesn’t work for me. Maybe someone with a death wish. Someone who is so despondent they’ll listen to anything that helps them on their own road to despair and destruction. Yeah – now THAT makes some sense. Actually it doesn’t. i can see anyone being that far down.
And even if – it still only puts them in the realm of a follower, not a stalker.
Though the thought does have merit – as a gag line. Someone being so far gone as to get enraptured by my … i dunno what … to want to possess … or possibly eliminate me.
It’s hard enough for me to accept the number of “followers” i have here on the blog. Though i do a fairly decent job of convincing myself that people follow me out of politeness because i follow them. SIGH – that don’t wash either. Most of the people following my blog started doing so before i even read theirs. And in fairness and honesty (wow, what a stretch!) – i’m not following everyone who’s currently following me. Several maybe, but not all.
Another good question – why am I even concerned? It’s not like anyone is stalking me, or even following me other than my writing online. No one has been interested in me enough to even ask for a phone number since Mitchel. Then again, i’m not exactly the most approachable person these days. But it keeps me safe, so i can reconcile with that.
QUESTION: If a person can inspire others to greatness, can one then inspire others to “littleness”?
Be so much less than all you can be. Learn from me; i’m a master at it.
Can’t you just see THAT one drawing the crowds?