I’m not inept, really. I’ve taken apart computers and put them back together into different computers. I’ve found free downloads–usually tool bars– that I don’t remember requesting which input themselves into the program files under a pseudonym. I can come up with a password that defies decryption. I’ve fixed my old laptop more often than McCoy fixed Kirk.
A few days ago I wanted to check on the blogs that I had followed, so I pressed the “follow” button.
Wrong button. Now I’m following my own blog.
I can’t figure out how to unfollow it–the unfollow button is strangely ineffective at this point. I give up, for now.
The very next day I got an e-mail notice, telling me I’m following my own blog. Thanks, I needed to be reminded. Also, maybe I should go check out my blog too. The e-mail included a handy link.
This is almost as bad as what I did to Tinker’s Tale on Goodreads, and I put it on my bookshelf as “wrote”, then made some comment about how I enjoyed it. Little did I know I was writing a review of the book (as I understand it, reviewing your own book is BAD!). Of course, I don’t know how to unreview it. Is this a pattern? I stand by my first sentence.
Back to the subject. Being who I am, I take a moment to consider the existential side effects of following one’s own blog. Should I wait with some anticipation for my next post? What if I check out my blog? What if I don’t like what I posted–should I be polite and just not reply, or should I flame myself? If I follow myself too closely, will my back get sore?
Okay, after digging into it I figured out how to unfollow myself. How often do you get to say that?