This morning I checked Twitter and saw I had a new follower. Curious as to who this new follower was, I checked his profile. “Buy 500 new followers for $29.”
A friend I follow on Instagram was begging for help in getting her to 1000 followers.
These days, it’s all about the numbers.
Even at work, they follow my stats. It’s not about the effort made to find families, or how I reached out to help them. What matters how many I actually saw and if I closed the case within the required time frame.
When did we move from a species that interacts with one another to a species where interactions are little more than hash marks?
True confessions: Rumpy has close to 5,000 Twitter followers, but regularly interacts with fewer than 50 of them. Some are bots, some are businesses, and some are trolls looking for an opportunity to trash talk. The numbers may be impressive to you, but what does that really mean?
If you’re wondering how far my reach goes- how many of you I can affect with my words- you should see my numbers when I get on a tear about something. Yeah, I can get the word out when I need to.
But mostly what I want to do is be among a community of people who care about something besides themselves and are not consumed with their own personal brand of dysfunction. Funny how I found that on the Internet.