…which are of no interest to anyone but me.
That flat line at the bottom? It averages about 36 or so individual hits a day. That mountain? That’s what an Instalanche did to my blog. I’ve blogged for a while; I’ve never had that many hits in one day before.
I have mixed feelings about the Instalanche. On the good side, more people read my blog. On the bad side, more people read my blog.
Oh, I’ve never cared much about numbers and site statistics and such for the blog. Before the Instalanche, I would have said that I’m just as happy if I averaged four hits a day as I would be if I averaged five hundred hits a day. (Though, I would have wanted a little more hits.)
Now I think I’m happier with the four hit daily average. Or, in reality, I’m happy with my 36 hit daily average. I mean, it’s great to have a ton of readers (power to the people!), but an awful lot of those readers are, to put it kindly, blooming idiots. I deleted more comments than not on that one post that Glenn Reynolds linked.
And I’m probably insulting a whole hell of a lot of people. Oh well. It won’t be the first time. I doubt it’s the last.
But you sputter: isn’t blogging all about the hits? Well, not for me. I’ve never been Miss Popularity (you might understand why, after reading this post). I’ve never wanted to be Miss Popularity. I think it’s a quirk in my genetic makeup: I just don’t care if everybody thinks I’m great or cool or fabulous or sexy or whatever other people aspire to be. I’m just me. I mostly like me.
I just like to have a forum where I can shout my grievances of the world to the world. I like having people with whom I can talk intelligently about those grievances. And I like to make fun. That’s pretty much why I blog.
Perhaps that’s a holdover from my junior high school Goth days (we were called Gurus then – potayto, potahto). I just didn’t care if I was part of the “in crowd.” I’m happy in my skin, and I’ve never desired to be anyone else. I think that pisses people off; I don’t know why.
Anyway, all of the above boils down to: while I’m grateful for the Instalanche, I’m feeling really good that it probably won’t ever happen again. I just don’t deal well with blooming idiots on a regular basis.