Hidden followers


Sometimes I think social media is useless. I have followers but they seem to be hidden. I rarely get any reaction from followers. It doesn’t matter if it’s Facebook or Twitter, it’s always the same. It’s different with WordPress and I even prefer it because of that. I wonder why do I waste my time on posting on social media. It feels like I’m talking to a wall. My followers post things I don’t care about. I don’t give a toss about who they follow or where they go on holiday. They don’t seem to care about anything I post there. Do they expect me to care about their posts when they don’t even care about mine? I get more reactions from people who don’t follow me.

It feels like I have nothing in common with people I follow. The only thing that we do, is F1. I don’t watch it anymore even if I do know what’s going on in the sport. They are like friends you had in school when you were a kid but when you meet them years later, nothing is the same anymore. I used to read other people’s posts on social media but now I just keep scrolling through them. Facebook has become a bit irritating. When my follower liked someone else’s post, you can see it too. If it’s only a few then it would be alright but there’s a lot of them. I don’t know those people so I don’t want to see who changed their profile photo or who got married. Also when people share articles in a foreign language, I don’t care about it. It’s not my follower’s fault, it’s just the way it works these days.

I see people starting to follow me on Twitter but then unfollow again. What’s the point in that? Did they press the follow button by mistake? Maybe it’s a bot and not real people. If they were real, I would get some reactions. It seems I only attract silent people. I’m trying to post with the attitude that, I’m gonna post things even if no one is seeing it. I don’t post nonsense like a lot of other people do on social media. When people post selfies, I always scroll past them. I don’t care if they’re famous or not. I hate selfies and I avoid them like plague. It’s unbelievable how much crap people post on social media. The best way is to ignore it altogether. I have self-respect and don’t need approval from strangers. If social media died, I wouldn’t miss it. What I would miss, is blogging.

My followers on social media don’t seem to care about my blog. I don’t think sharing on social media helps me to get my blog out there. How many of you have found it through that? I don’t think no one has. Followers come elsewhere. If my blog was a business, it wouldn’t succeed because for me sharing on social media is like being in space, no one can hear you scream. Luckily it’s just a hobby and it’s not relying on followers. It feels like there’s some kind of curse hanging over me. No one is seeing me in real life and no one is seeing me online. People know my existence but they don’t really see me. I don’t take it personally though. I’m used to it. I don’t believe you can get very far by posting things online because there’s so much out there. People are very choosy. They only get interested in shocking news or something that is out of the ordinary. The Internet is mostly for people who like attention and if you nothing special to offer, you’ll be left alone. Fortunately, there are people who don’t need that much popularity. If they can at least please or help one person, that’s enough for them.

I don’t mind hidden followers. If I stopped following people on social media, there wouldn’t be anyone left. I can understand my posts might not be as interesting to others as it is for me. If someone at least once shows some reaction, I don’t use social media in vain. I’m a modest person and I don’t need much to keep me satisfied. I’m one of those who people who’re happy to affect at least one person. If it’s with my writing or my photographs. It also helps me go through life by making someone else happier. It’s cheaper than going to a therapist. You know what they say, if you scratch my back, I scratch yours. That helping itch will never go away.





cup of teaI’m picky when it comes to food but I’m also picky when it comes to beverages. I’m a coffee drinker who hates tea. I can drink it if it got milk and sugar in it. I can also drink ice tea but when it comes to the tea itself, I rather say no to it if offered. I can’t understand how people can drink that stuff. It tastes awful. People have different tastes. Some hate coffee so they drink tea instead. But I could never change. If that was the only drink left in the world, maybe then I would drink it but that would take a lot of preparing. I couldn’t drink it just like that.

Brits drink a lot of it and I feel really sorry for them. I cringe when I think about the taste of tea. Apparently, it’s healthier than coffee but I don’t care. I put milk and sugar in coffee so I don’t drink it straight up. Plain coffee is as awful as plain tea so both beverages have something in common. I choose taste to healthy. Even if I got paid to drink tea, I still wouldn’t do it. I’m always gonna be a coffee person. I don’t hate tea, I despise it. If people choose tea over coffee, that’s their business. But never try to offer me tea because I won’t drink it. Tea is like alcohol, I don’t like the taste and I never will.



Smelly cat (part 2)


The worst smell in the world is smokers. There lives a few in my building and in my dad’s as well. You can’t be in peace anywhere. Even sweat smell better than cigarettes. I wrote a post about that before. This post is the 2nd part of it.

The other disgusting fragrance is people who wear too much of it. I have an atopic skin and strong smells are bad for me. I have to hold my breath and I start to sneeze. I get eczema if I’m around strong smells for too long. That’s one of the reasons I can’t work as a cleaner or in a working environment with strong detergents. It’s the same with cigarette smoke. I just can’t be around smokers. When smoking was allowed in restaurants or pubs, I couldn’t be there. Now they all outside so I can’t be there either. Either way, I never go to pubs anyway because they’re boring.
Some people have no respect for others. They splash their perfumes like they haven’t showered for years and then they get out in public to spread their odours around. I can’t even walk past a perfume shelf in the store without feeling a headache. I always walk pass them while holding my nose. Even if I used perfume on myself in the past, I always sneeze so I don’t use it anymore.

I don’t know what kind of poison people use when they wash their clothes. Every time I go to the laundry room in my dad’s building, there’s always an awful smell in there. There are washing powders that don’t smell but some seem to buy something cheap. Maybe they put more than they should. It’s probably something that is bad for the environment. That’s the problem with having to use the same laundry room as other people. Sometimes I wish we had a washing machine of our own but the problem is a lack of space to put the things to dry. You just have to accept how things are. So far I haven’t got any other symptoms than eczema. Some people are even more sensitive to strong smells than I am. For them, fragrances are a nightmare. If people would be more considerate of others, then people with hypersensitivity of fragrances could enjoy life more. Instead of using perfumes or aftershave for men, how about taking a shower instead. Clean is the new fragrance and the ozone layer will thank you.