Last night, one of you stopped following my blog.
Yeah, that’s right. When I went to bed there were 2,440 of you. Now there are only 2,439 of you.
Did you think I wouldn’t notice? Of course I noticed. And I’m deeply hurt.
The least you could have done is said goodbye. And you could have told me why you left. That would have been the decent, courageous thing to do.
But no. You just quietly slipped away in the dead of night while I was sleeping.
Was it something I said? Have you simply grown tired of me?
Hey, I realize that I’m an acquired taste. I’m not for everyone. But seriously, who is?
And yes, I will occasionally say something controversial or provocative. Okay, perhaps more than occasionally. And sure, sometimes the views I express may be different from yours.
How boring would I be if I avoided controversial topics altogether?
I do understand that you can’t please all of the people all of the time. I didn’t just fall off the turnip truck, you know. I’ve been around the block a few times. Quite a few times, actually.
But whoever you are, you made a conscious decision to stop following this blog.
So now you’re gone and I’ll never know why.
You never call. You never write.