I’ve built a lovely, if eclectic, following of nice people here over the years. I don’t have statistical evidence, but I suspect that of almost 3,000 subscribers, many readers decided to follow based on some absurd offering, like the time I had the flu and revised my last will and testament (my favorite piece, by the way) or that other time that I took a houseplant hostage for complicated but very necessary reasons.
Since two of my three “Freshly Pressed” pieces were about a former student and my dear father, respectively, many of those almost-3,000 may have followed based on something serious or heartfelt that I wrote. I do acknowledge that most followers are probably not actually people and followed based on some clicks-to-revenue ratio that I am not smart enough to understand.
Truth is, I am absurd and I am serious. I do value peace and love and hyperbole and I absolutely believe that every day should hold abundant measures of all of those.
Another truth is that my life is in a season of change, and try as I might, I can’t be consistently funny or consistently thoughtful and serious.
Almost always, however, what I say is heartfelt, even—or especially—when absurd. The world is not easy on those who write or live from the heart.
Seriously absurd or absurdly serious: bifurcation is more than just a funny word.
Some months ago, I decided to delete everything (and I did), take some time off (that, too), and come back with a more consistent theme (eventually deciding to replace “peace.love.hyperbole” with “cognitive diffidence” — all rights reserved), probably even starting from scratch with a different site and zero followers.
Yet another truth is that I like “Hippie Cahier,”* or the aspects of “her” that most people like, and I know I would miss that and most of you. And nearly 3,000 followers is a platform I never imagined having. Even if all of you disappointed in the change “unfollowed,” I’d still have the bot stats as consolation.
I’m going to take some more time to go back to the drawing board and decide where this train is headed, if anywhere. I mean, because, really, do you want to read hack material like that train-wreck of a mixed metaphor of a sentence? Yeah, I thought not.
Things change. People change. And sometimes hearts and minds change. HC still resides in my heart, but “she” has experienced enough of life to see the world as more complicated than peace, love, and hyperbole. She may have said all there is to say on those topics.
Or not. You just never know with me.
*If you’re new around here you may not know that while my gravatar image is a picture of me, it is a snapshot from a time in my life when inner “Hippie Cahier” and my external appearance were one and the same.