I’ll be the first one to admit that I am a bit of an attention whore. By which I don’t mean that I generally talk over other people, want to be in the spotlight or the life of the party – it’s more that I struggle doing things “just for myself”.
Whatever I do, I don’t run around thinking “oohhh, I need to document this so I can tell my large following of admirers online later”, no, not like that – it’s rather the age old “my blog isn’t being read, so what’s the point in doing it?”
This is my content, my blog, my thing, and every beginner’s advice is to just keep at it, do it for your own good, enjoy what you’re doing, build your content, people/readers will follow.
That’s kind of the thing about the social media landscape today – you just throw things out there for somebody to read and hope something sticks.
What if it doesn’t, though? 99% of people that follow my various online presences online are people I know – either my friends who are being sweethearts and liking everything I post, or not-quite-friends who need a good laugh once in a while.
And hey, I adore every single one of my readers! Thanks for clicking, yo!
I can’t exactly explain why I get so frustrated. I’m not in it for the money, I’m not in it for the fame, I guess it would just be nice to get the feeling that what I put online means something. Don’t we all? I mean, at least the social media whores among us?
(Watch this get the weirdest spam comments and google searches ever, after mentioning the word “whore” three times)