I'm not sure how much time I have spent in my life wondering about people. I'm suspecting it's a good percentage of it.
In my line of work, you would think I would have gotten past that by now.
But people still amaze me every day. Well, maybe amaze isn't exactly the right word. Astound. Confound. Flabbergast.
And occasionally amaze. That's cool, too. It's a nice change now and then.
But I really have to wonder about whoever that is in Tulsa, Oklahoma who has been reading my blog steadily for a day and a half straight.
It was kind of startling. I usually average 30-40 hits a day on here. On a real good day 50-60. Nothing earth shattering, but I'm not trying to be the next Paul Harvey or Rush Limbaugh (whoever). I just get on here to rant and get this stuff out of my head.
But yesterday I looked at my stats and had 170 hits. I thought "Wow!" And when I looked most of them were from the same person in Tulsa. I could see them going through each post one at a time. And just now when I got home I checked again and today I had 193 hits! And there it was, that same poor person slogging through this mess one post at a time.
Dude..... are you okay over there?
Do you need me to call anybody?
This really isn't very safe, you know. The inside of my head isn't very pretty sometimes. I can't be held responsible if something in your head breaks from this. You might like it better with a little moderation.
Let's be careful out there.
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