In the Good Old Days success generally meant you had achieved something.
Nowadays it seems to be measured by the number of “likes” you get on Farcebook or the number of “followers” you have on Twitter.
Yes, I have a Farcebook page. In fact I have two of ’em. There’s my original one and there is one I set up in an idle moment of madness for this here site. To give you an idea how often I visit the latter, I just went into it [to see if it was still there] and it happily announced that I was a new visitor. A stranger in my own land, as it were.
The Rambles page has apparently got 98 “likes” which surprises me. Of course in the grand scheme of modernity you are no one unless you at least have a “k” after the number but that doesn’t bother me in the slightest.
So then I toddled into my own Grandad page. Now that doesn’t have “likes” as far as I judge and the yardstick here is apparently the number of “friends” I have. 119. Again, I am a complete loser unless I have a number running into the tens of thousands, but just to twist the knife in myself I am happy to say I have considerably fewer than 119 friends. Those in Farcebook consist mainly of family and quite a few who are real people who I have met and some I meet reasonably regularly. However, I confess I haven’t a clue who most are and would probably [definitely] pass them in the street without even knowing they were a “friend”.
That paragraph above is going to see my number of Farcebook “friends” drop to single digits? Heh!
And then there is Twitter.
I rarely visit Twitter thee days. My only real use for it is to announce on an unsuspecting world that I have had another brainfart. The odd time I will get a mail to say someone has replied to one of my “tweets” and of course I then visit and reply. I’m quite polite in things like that. Then there is the little badge I have on the sidebar here – my little animated vulture friend Cedric – I’m quite proud of him and would be loath to condemn him to the bin.
Once again you are a person of no consequence on Twitter if you have less than a million “followers”. This apparently is so vital to people’s existence on the planet that they are prepared to actually pay for extra followers which baffles me.
I used to have a hundred or so “followers” on Twitter. The figure ebbed and flowed but I didn’t pay it much heed. Then something happened last year and I seemed to gather “followers” like rats to a swamp. The figures shot up, which I confess was mildly pleasing as it at the very least meant people knew I existed, and maybe even one or two of them might have a chuckle at my garbage.
The figures have stopped rising. For the last while they seem to have stuck at the same number, maybe varying up or dawn by one or two but the mean figure stays the same.
Is there a significance here?
Footnote: I see this post is number 66656.
I’m getting worried.