I had at one time got this blog up to 55 followers. Yes, I know exactly what you are thinking, because I have had the same thought many times myself: He really deserves far more than that!
Then I lost one. Oh yes, you're doing it again, reading my mind. Unbelievable I thought. Someone has unfollowed me!
That hurt. That cut me to the quick! I withdrew into myself. Booked myself in for some counselling. Never spoke to a soul for two whole days! Didn't eat. Hardly slept.
Unfollowed! What a horrid word.
One night in the pit of despair, I overly comforted myself from the whiskey bottle. Was arrested for drunk and disorderly.
Next day in court, I explained to the Magistrate that I had been unfollowed. She said if that ever happened to her, she would probably get drunk too. She threw the case out of court! With a word to the prosecutor about his lack of feelings.
About a week later, whilst cleaning my shotgun, I took a look at my list of followers. Oh, dear, dear reader, let joy be unconfined! I had a new follower. I was back to 55.
I'm, (come on, sing along with me) H. A. P. P. Y, I'm, H. A. P. P. Y, I know I am, I'm sure I am, I'm, H. A. P. P. Y.
What's wrong, don't you know the tune?