Something that bothers me. A bit.
I’ve got quite a lot of views now.
Pushing 3,000, in fact.
But I’m not happy about that.
Why am I not happy about that? You’d think that I’d love to have my work getting seen like that, that’s the point of the blog, isn’t it?
Well, you see, WordPress is a very clever site. It tells me not just how many views I’ve got, but on which posts those views are coming from. And a simply colossal amount of views are coming from that one random post I did about jellyfish tattoos.
In case you didn’t know, I had had a few people finding my site via searching for jellyfish tattoos and I’d never actually mentioned the two together, so feeling helpful I made a post with lots of images of jellyfish tattoos and just jellyfish so the people finding my site that way would have something to look at.
I am sure somewhere in the region of 1,500 (at least) of those views are just on that post and its images.
That’s not what I really wanted to be seen, you know? I write all this stuff and sure maybe you think some of it’s bollocks but the point is that I put it here because I want people to see it. And now my way of gauging how many folks are seeing it is completely skewed because of people who just want to see some jellyfish tattoos. Which is all well and good I guess but I feel like my purpose is being sapped.
I’m not going to stop, though. I’ll keep doing what I wanted to do and maybe someone who finds this and is reading about tattoos will think “Oh, I can read some dark shit too” and read some of the rest of my blog. Just maybe.
Anyway, if you’ve read this post, odds are you’ve read some of the rest anyway, so thank you.
Kedge
She’s Not Home Right Now
Have you ever wondered where she goes
When she’s not with you?
When her eyes glaze over and everything you say means nothing?
When it’s like she’s listening to music in her head
Is this a time that you dread?
Thing is, friend, it’s not like there’s anything you could have done.
It’s not you, it’s her.
It’s always been her.
She’s the one with the problem.
That’s what you’ll tell people anyway and you might be right or you might be wrong but does it really matter, the point is she’s not actually there to begin with.
She’s taking a trip to a tea party
She’s lost with the falling stars
And she’s gone somewhere you can’t follow.
Don’t feel bad about it.
It’s not like you want to.
It’s not like you ever wanted to.
She’s not one of you, she’s one of us.
“Broken.”
“Fucked up.”
“Being treated.”
She’s not home right now.
She’s Elsewhere.
Notations & Nihilism 