Monday, March 9, 2015
Says he: You write a blog?
Say I: I do.
Says he: I didn’t know that.
Say I: Oh, well. I guess…
Says he: How many readers do you have?
Say I: [I stalled, but it was not needed, I knew the answer.] Oh, well, I guess….
Says he: I mean, just an estimate.
Say I: Well, the number is very close to zero.
Says he: So, what you’re saying is you write a blog that nobody reads.
Say I: Well...basically, yes.
Says he: Why?
Say I: Well, even though nobody reads it now, that doesn’t mean that nobody will ever read it….Plus, its like buying souvenirs.
Says he: Souvenirs?
Say I: Yes, so that future me can remember current me or even past me without romanticizing or demonizing.
Says he: So, you’re not going to remember yourself.
Say I: Probably not, or at least probably not objectively.
Says he: But so will everyone else.
Say I: Hence the reason I’m not too concerned about my low readership.
Says he: Still seems like a waste of time.
Say I: Might be. Won’t know for a few years yet.
Says he: Is that like Carlin’s “Braindroppings”?
Say I: Well, in a way yes, and in a way no. Come to think of it, probably more yes due to the poop reference.
Posted by Eddie Proulx