I’ve been followed

Someone has followed my blog, four people in the same day in fact.  Some people I have never met, some people that I am never likely to meet.  Oh dear!

No, no that has to be a good thing surely.  Four people have quite liked what I have written, found it interesting, entertaining, thought provoking or mildly amusing, liked it sufficiently to move the mouse and hover the cursor over the little black button with the grey circle and the black plus sign and the word ‘Follow’ next to it.  And click it.

That makes fifteen in total, sixteen now, wait on seventeen.  Oh dear, that can’t be good,  seventeen people who are going to be disappointed, let down every time they get a mail saying that I have posted a new entry.  I can feel the angst.  I’m under pressure to perform, to create something interesting, something that says something different, witty and insightful and not the usual dull and inane drivel that I deliver.

Perhaps they did like it though.  Perhaps it was the subject matter that tickled their fancy or that stirred their passions.  Perhaps they just felt obliged to ‘Follow’ having made the effort to open my blog and read the words.  Perhaps they felt sorry for me in that very few others had liked my pieces or perhaps the opposite in that once one person has followed it is much easier to follow.

Who knows?  Only they do and I’m never going to ask.  I only wanted to write, to give it a go, to see if I had it in me and I don’t think I could stand the rejection of really knowing what individuals thought of my oeuvres.

I have met people who have read my blog though.  I know because they have said so or because they have let slip a phrase or thought that could only have come from my blog and they look into my eyes and their face gives it away.  I tell them that they shouldn’t read such rubbish and I make an excuse for the poor quality of my output and that I never meant it to be serious and they say no, no, some of it is good (so we can agree that most of it is bad) and we quickly change the subject.

I enjoy the writing, if I could be so bold to claim it as such, thinking of new subjects, trying to capture my thoughts and trying to tell a tale.  Deep down I admit to enjoying the knowledge that a small number of people are reading my blog but for me, being followed is a step too far.  It has happened seventeen times so far.  Oh dear!