Souvenirs

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.