Recursive Words

I sat down late last night to write something, then dithered over the opening sentence for a few minutes before asking myself “why am I even doing this?”. Moments afterwards I shut the computer down and wandered up to bed.

It’s been a long week, and we’re only half-way through it. It doesn’t feel like a Wednesday at all. Of course part of that – for me at least – is because it’s already Thursday. Wednesday ceased to exist over an hour ago.

I’m only too aware that I’ve fallen off the internet bicycle once again. I haven’t written an email, sent a message, posted anything to the blog, or the various social networks in days. I need to do something about that.

I’ve never been one to chase numbers though. I see people “playing the game” at Threads, BlueSky, Instagram, Substack, or wherever else, and wonder what there is to gain in having thousands of followers. Why chase it? Surely if you’re going to be found and followed, it’s better to happen organically, rather than through any “scheme”.

Of course I see the irony – my YouTube channel has tens of thousands of followers. That’s a bit different though. I didn’t go looking for them – they found me. I never advertised. I never gamed anybody or anything.

Don’t even get me started on the common millennial business model, where people try to scrape a margin off the work of others – without creating anything of value or worth themselves. It drives me round the bend.

Anyway.

It’s late.

I should go collapse into bed.

Two more days until the weekend.