The other night, my post was so offensive I lost five followers.
Yes, five people chose to leave my accidental-cult of followers* after revelations that
my husband's Italian family were... a lovely, warm family.**
Hmmmmm.... that can't be right.
Of course it isn't. Followers drop off and join in on this blog all the time. Except for the fact that five abruptly exited at once, I may not have even noticed.***
But I remember the first time I 'lost' a follower, I was mortified - why would someone want to
unfollow me. Was it something I said? Was I not fun enough? Was I, gasp, boring?
Oh, fickle followers, I thought. But I know different now.
Followers come and followers go, such is the merry roundabout of blogging life. New faces in, some faces lost. A little trace left behind or none whatsoever. There are
so many so fabulous blogs out there (my latest 'must read - at least whenever I can' is Emily over at
The Beetle Shack) that it's really, really hard not to let the eye wander off to landscapes new. It's hard to choose the blogs that you'll follow and stick with.
And how marvellous is that!
Have you misplaced a follower? How did it make you feel?
* Seriously, since when were the David Koreshs of the world involved in internet platform development?** What is even more of a shame is that I named the post 'part one', indicating that I'm going in for another round soonest.*** This is a lie.[Follow Me tights from here are actually Twitter tights, but still...]
