LOST

I started a post yesterday, and lost it through a new app I thought I would use. That will teach me to try something like that with a post. I’ll probably never be able to reproduce it, at least not in the same way.

The post was a THANK YOU to all of you that have been hanging in there and following me. It was a humble post, with me groveling, and APOLOGISING for intruding onto your sites, with my wit, and such.

That post is gone, and I think Ginger, the post stealing program, is using that particular post to take over the net. It was well written, of course ( I wrote it ) and would have wooed you. Now I have to figure out how to reproduce what I had. But now that inspiration is gone, and I do thank, and apologise to you, but I will do that later.

Class, today we will explore the ” unfathomable “. Say that one ten times really fast, quietly to yourselves, as I am trying to write. That which can’t be fathomed, at least by me, is fairly perplexing.

I work at producing posts that would interest you, because I want you to hang out here. I am a recluse in the real world, so I try to turn that around by being wildly extroverted here. I am not shy, and I have a quick tongue, but I grew tired of the crowds in the late 60’s.

So why do I try to invite big crowds into this blog, you ask? Because digitally, there is plenty of room, and we don’t have to worry about, who showered when, or who’s been hitting the sauce or whatever. I mentioned I knew ” things ” earlier, and I can only say I am an empath, but I don’t get down when you are down, and I am not affected by others emotional states. I just can’t stand the clutter of all of those minds.

I am not a mind reader, but I am affected by too many brainwaves in my space. wierd huh… So, digitally I don’t have all of that interference, and you have been extremely kind about not ranting or raving at me. So I welcome our whatever this is. I would like to think you’re my friends, but that is fairly presumptuous of me.

I am beginning to learn about some of you, and in turn, I am being real with you. My wife doesn’t understand what or why, I am here, but I know too many of you do know and understand. We are here to put our stuff on record, to save it to posterity, that we will leave a legacy, whether our family and friends understand or care, or not.

So, now that that’s out-of-the-way, just what the heck do you want? Are we all enjoying the sad tales of Squatch? What a question huh…” Oh yes, we love hearing how you should be dead in an incredible number of ways “…. And now we hit the like button. You liked that?

I know, you liked that I shared, and you pushed the button like I do, to prove you were there! That’s what that button is for. If WordPress wanted to get cute, they would put in a ” LOOK AT ME ” button, so we wouldn’t feel like crap, to like that tragedy, or embarrassment, before us. ( More digression)

Actually, that was what my lost post mentioned. The gist of it was, I push the like button to show you I was there. I read every word of every post I push that button on. Also, when the original post is at another site, I go there and finish reading and push the button again. If I have time, I poke around looking for whatever got left out, and try some.

I currently have 91 followers, and yes I count. You had the fortitude to visit me, and I do the same for you. I apologise for not catching some of your posts as of late. I am currently following just over one hundred blogs, and some of you are posting several times a day, and some of you are posting incredibly long posts.

Yes, I know. I get a lot long-winded too, but that’s because you’re not here in my face. I don’t have to let you talk at all, so I just pretend you’re not here, and ramble… So I follow all of you! It is a big task reading all of your blogs, and I’m having to only look at current posts for the moment, though I try to catch everything you’ve got tucked away. Some of you have been tucking away hundreds of posts, and I apologise for not getting to them all.

And YOU, yes you. I am not a fashionista, nor do I care about beauty aids, or foods, or dieting. No, There are many posts I couldn’t care less about, but I read them all of the way through, and hit the Look At Me Button. If I think I have something relevent to say, I will comment, unless the line is too long.

But that big question still has no answer. What do you want? I suspect you want a distraction from reality, but you keep finding it here on the net, just as big time as at home. You want to share, so you’ll listen to my woes if I’ll do the same for you.

I have posted several posts I thought might be of interest, and no one has even pushed the button once. I know some sites where the poster hits the button first. I think of doing that, except it seems wrong to me somehow. It shouldn’t though, just as a politician should vote for him / her self. I just don’t want people to think I’m conceited, so I don’t, but I may truly ” like ” that post.

What do you like? Why do you come here? Are you just coming by because I came by? If that’s the case, we are playing an endless game of tag. I am here to make a name for myself, so if I have to sell crap for a living, you will at least know who you got your crap from.