Join My Cult

This may be a little disturbing coming so soon on the heels of my Marry Me post and if so…please stop reading now. Come back Friday to check out new Walmart pics. But if you’re up for more dysfunctional relationship analogies, then stay tuned. It’s been on my mind lately.

There has been talk of peeps becoming burnt out with blogging since it can be time consuming and time is not something we all have a lot of. We need to do what’s best for each of us and in my case I love being connected to the writing community too much to quit.  I've made some real friends online and learned more than I ever thought possible. 

But I have never obsessed over the amount of followers I have. It pleases me that I have any at all. Because it’s not really any fun ranting or sharing words of...‘wisdom’ with just family members (that’s what holidays are for). I believe if you have a few loyal friends who get you then that’s all you need.*

It does bother me when someone decides to stop following though.  I realize this is probably never going to happen but I wish they would consider sending an email first. I’m not asking for a long break up message. Just a quick ‘hey, this isn’t working for me’ or ‘you really aren’t that funny’, or even a ‘I hate Walmart and sometimes you frighten me’ is ok.

I promise I wouldn't try to track you down and force you to drink my kool-aid.** This isn’t the Hotel California and I’m not a cult leader. I’m just a writer with hidden abandonment issues.

Ok, I’m totally lying. Join my Cult!!! Preferences regarding specific Kool-Aid flavors will be considered.

*Until your book deal, then your perspective has to change and broaden to include that.
**This statement is not applicable in TX, OK, NM, and lower LA.  Think of it as an inverted T of terror.