My Followers

Yeah? What are you looking at? You think you're cool because you have tons of followers? Your blog is better than mine?

My followers are my peeps, my homies. I'm proud of them. The fact that I only have three reminds me a little bit of high school but I won't go into that now. It's quality, not quantity.

It's all a popularity contest these days. Who has more friends on Facebook, twitter, their blogs. It wears me out. At least I don't have to bribe people to be followers by offering them free stuff. I know my followers are genuine people who want to read my blog. I didn't even tell my friends and family to follow me so I wouldn't look pathetic with only one or two. I embrace pathetic. I am pathetic. Although the thought of opening a few other blog accounts just so I could follow myself on this blog did cross my mind. But again, I won't go into that now.

I don't care if you choose to follow my blog or not. My followers and I are a tight knit group of strangers who don't really communicate. But if you want to join, the Nanny Deprived gang will gladly accept you with open arms. Then you'll be one of the "cool kids".