False Popularity

I looked at my map tracker thing that tells you how many people have checked out your blog and where they are in the world. And I thought to myself "holy crap, I'm popular."

Then I looked at Ashley's Closet for the fifteenth time today and noticed that she linked me in one of her posts because I had left her a comment inquiring about her possible drug inspired ambitious undertakings. Now I realize that really it's just all of Ashley's readers clicking on this link.

So thanks Ashley for the fleeting brief but lovely false feeling of popularity. It was great while it lasted. But maybe it's better this way. I don't know if I could take the pressure of really being popular. I'm a quitter by nature. So sooner or later I would fold under the weight of expectations.

Thanks for the memories. Maybe I'll print out today's list and show it to my kids one day so they can feel proud of me for something.