Easy Come, Easy Go

Little by little I have been gaining followers. Logging on today- I lost five. Who knows why anyone goes on the journey or why they decide to jump off the train. If my support of Israel causes people to leave- so it goes.

I lost many followers after a comment made with a connection where I admitted I may not be able to have children. Years ago I broke my hip. As X-rays were being taken radiation came into that area and the doctor said it might impact if I wanted to have children.

Three days after blunt force trauma and one day after major surgery I was more interested in wondering whether I would be able to walk unencumbered again. Intercourse was the furthest thing from my mind.

Evidently my "Authenticity" set off many followers. Were they young women looking to be the mother of my child? They could contact me privately if they are interested in pursuing a relationship.

If it is any consolation, I never treated that radiation from an X Ray like a get out of jail free card. I take precautions on the occasions I am invited to perform. I need more relationships. Not necessarily the ones that go there.

It has been a while since I felt the need to disconnect with anyone. Some woman kept talking about Palestine. I had enough. The ones who make a federal case about Palestine and a cease fire never mention Hamas or the hostages.

It made sense to protest the Vietnam War. There was a draft and people those students knew were sent to a war they never understood. The number of soldiers who died on their first day in battle is astonishing.

The average age of soldiers was nineteen. I see posts about members of the Israeli Defense Force who gave all. It's tough. Losing anyone in battle is difficult. I was in Arizona when Pat Tillman was killed.

He played for the Cardinals and joined the military. He had a calling and did not come home. I have known some who returned from Afghanistan with serious issues. I do not question anyone who feels they have PTSD.

Looking back on the divorce, I had Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. It seems obvious. Therapists yelled at me and called me "Retard" in a professional environment. Is it any wonder I lost all faith in psychiatrists, psychologists, therapists and any of the people who wasted my time and my parent's money?

No wonder I lost followers. You never really know who is following you. One reason I avoided Twitter is people announced where they were and some of their followers robbed their home because they mentioned they were in line at the bank.

There are better reasons to avoid Twitter now. For some reason the "Big Tent" always justifies the racists and hate speech. They may have a right to say it. I have a right to think of that site as a cesspool.

Sometimes the number of followers goes down and next time it goes back to where it was. Moral of the story? Don't worry about the number. You probably only keep up with fifty to one hundred of your connections regularly. That is regardless of the size of your network.

Talk to people one on one. It doesn't matter how many connections you have. How many social relationships do you have? For whatever reason it is never "Grow time" regarding conversations and getting together.

Some meet their connections and post about it. That's nice to see. It means more than collecting names. Some post when they cross a plateau. If someone has 25,000 followers and their next post mentions they have 26,000 followers they are collectors. Build as large a network as you like. Talk to your connections.

You might even be able to do business. If not, someone might know someone you do not and they can refer you to them. There are many ways to play the game. The more lives you impact, the better it is. Isn't that the point of "Influence"?