I’ve written nearly 1,000 posts on this blog over the years. More than 10 million folks have read a post here. Somewhere between 6 and 8 thousand people read every day. I’d imagine most of those people are regular readers, since it’s highly unlikely that many people stumbled along here.
One of the reasons people like to read and keep coming back is that I take a stick and poke it in your eye every time I write. That’s really my entire goal. Sure, I write sappy posts about being in love, and sometimes I write tech reviews, but the vast majority of my posts are intended to rile people up.
Over the years, I’ve gotten hate mail, death threats, I’ve gotten cookies in the mail I’m sure were laced with cyanide. I have truly enjoyed the trolls that come through and engage me in arguments. They get furious and argue with me for days and the entire time, they are arguing MY point of view. They just don’t know it.
I’ve lost friends over my writing, because they took something personally that I wrote in general and the shoe, sadly, fit them. It’s a chance you take when you put yourself out in the public eye. I’ve always been shocked by the things people will say to me anonymously via the Internet that they’d never say to my face. But the Internet is what the Internet is. You simply can’t take it seriously. I don’t even take my own blogging seriously.
Since I refuse to give up my First Amendment right to say what I want, and since this is the number one most important part of dealing with my anxiety, I will NOT be deleting my blog or any post contained therein. If I write something you may find unsavory, please do me a favor and shove it where the sun don’t shine. I. Don’t. Care.