Will that do?… No, that’s awful… But what if I change it?…
I don’t know… Maybe…
I’ll stop. (What is on that screen is nowhere near ready to be seen by anyone other than me. Thus my paintbrush blur job.) I need a break.
Taking such a writing break, I may decide perhaps to
stalk you scroll social media. Example, possibly Instagram (which has become my favorite). Yesterday I saw this pop up from somewhere:
And all I could think was: Surely you don’t? You know how much time I spend building up to that last page? And you ruin it all? LOL!
At some point after, I was letting Stories roll by when I saw one from a familiar follow (and follower) who asked – she was also talking to camera, explaining more detail – this. I suspect it is a question many of us have. However, since we never do directly ask, we never know in terms of most followers.
It is tough to read in this Messages screenshot of her Story, but she asks below in the question box: “Why do you follow me on Instagram?”:
I did not reply in the box (as I thought it might be too long an answer). As we do so now and then, I messaged instead:
And I added this:
To which she replied:
Isn’t it remarkable when it becomes so “ordinary” with SOME with whom we follow and perhaps interact? I could NOT remember how precisely I had even found her to follow in the first place. It is THAT long ago and I suppose buried somewhere in my memory.
The same could be said, as well as asked, of some of you too, of course. Suddenly, I am curious. If anyone dares, the comments below are open:
Why do you follow my blog here?
Is it my marvelous books? My astounding travel pieces (pre-pandemic, at least)? My insightful history posts? My fantastic sense of humor? My striking good looks? Or do you too no longer remember why? LOL!
Hope you’re having a good week so far. 🙂