A friend correctly pointed out that it’s actually an addiction to hope for a response.   In a world of sensory overload it is not easy, at times, to get even a one word text back from people who are juggling many things while balancing with one foot on a large rolling ball, with a cake balanced on their tall hat and a rake, clutched in their tail, struggling to hold the fish bowl aloft while the fish quakes in terror.

While it annoys me not to hear back from busy friends, I don’t judge or condemn them.  Fuck them, is my attitude.  Only they won’t slow down long enough.  Perpetual motion machines, sharks moving endlessly, if they ever stopped it would be bad for them.

So I tap here for two or three people who read these words and once in a while tap back a comment or flick the “like” button.  When the like button is flicked I get an automated email telling me so and so thought my post, say, Addiction to the Internet, was awesome and inviting me to their website.  Awe.  I don’t know that awe is always the feeling inspired when people click “like” but I prefer it to the silence.

One of the people who sometimes likes these posts is a witty woman who seemingly started her blahg around the same time this one went up.  She has, I think, 2,500 followers, maybe 25,000.  It could be 25,000,000 for purposes of declaring war on her.  Me and my 7 followers wouldn’t get very far attacking that horde.  Good thing we all come in peace here.

May peace be wit ch’all.