Take a look to the right. There are four frames, two of which have pictures. These are my followers. Pfffh!
After 9 months of blogging and with over 13,000 page hits, I only have four followers. These metrics don't match up. 13,000 hits ain't so bad after 9 months, but four followers? What's that about?
Don't get me wrong. I'm grateful for the faithful four. I know each one of them but I don't need a blog to reach them. In fact, I used to call them up and tell them my problems in person. I thought I was doing them a favor by creating this blog so they wouldn't have to hear about my life in hell. They could selectively follow what they wanted, when they wanted.
These four people are not capable of making 13,000 hits. They have real lives -- ones that don't revolve around pounding my blog site over and over again. Nope. There's others out there checking this site out. Others who are too afraid, too ashamed to sign on as followers.
I could rant and rave, curse, and damn you all to a private hell. I could ask you to step up and announce yourself. Or, I could forget the whole thing and keep on blogging because in the end this blog is my own roadmap of my life in hell. Not yours.