I have “fans” in Germany, Mexico, Canada, England, France (this visitor included the word “sexe” as a special incentive, I guess), and the latest, Pakistan. Compliments come from visitors associated with online poker, pharmaceuticals, children’s toys, skin treatments, and hauling companies, just to name a few.
When I started this, I had no idea how easy it would be to attract attention. Begin the process of launching a website at 10:00 one morning and by 2:00 in the afternoon, you’re live. But you are also a microscopic crumb of digital existence, and someone can still find you. That’s the good news.
The bad news is that I’m beginning to feel a bit like a gazelle standing alone in the Serengeti surrounded by a pride of lions. They like me, but for all the wrong reasons. Vulnerable to attack and with nowhere to run, I wait nervously for the next charge. It’s only a matter of time. I know it, and so do they. It may appear to be a stalemate, but that’s not the way the world works.
It reminds me of the saying that each morning, the lion wakes up hoping to run faster than the slowest gazelle, and the gazelle greets the day with hopes of running faster than the fleetest lion.
I arise with far less significant objectives for the day. All I want with my coffee is an indication that a real person has visited the site and found sufficient reason to stick around long enough to read a post. Instead, I’m asked if I need assistance in securing whiplash compensation.
I’m not sure about this, but gazelles probably don’t need it.