Random is beautiful

Just a quick little post so I can continue my string of writing every day.

You see, yesterday I wrote a sonnet about El Chupacabra, and thought it was so good that I just couldn't wait until TODAY to post it, so I posted it yesterday. I told people on Facebook about it, I Tweeted the hell out of it, and in the end -- nobody came.

Ok, some people came, but since it was a "trendy topic" (whatever that means), I thought for SURE my site visitor numbers would soar through the roof --THROUGH THE ROOF!

But alas, no.

Which got me thinking. All you social media people, those who advocate "finding your topic, becoming a thought leader, focusing on one thing and being the go-to person for that one thing" -- for ME, it doesn't work.

I enjoy being random. I enjoy other people who are random. I would much rather listen to someone talk about cleaning up cat barf one day and taking a train to Istanbul the next, than to listen to someone go on and on and on again about whatever subject they're "focused" about.

Random is beautiful. Being random is sexy. Being focused is about as mind-numbing as sorting M&Ms by color, by hand, all day long, seven days a week, and not getting to eat any.

So, you go ahead and be focused. I'm going to stick with being random.

Oh look, there's a bunny rabbit!