For the two dozen or so people who accidentally click on the link to my blog I should probably thank you. In fact, I could probably name most of you in two lines. You know who you are and I appreciate the support.
Unfortunately, I have to make an embarrassing admission… that is that I’m a narcissistic blogger. Using the almighty and powerful Google analytics I’m able to keep a running tally of how few people frequent my blog. I won’t bother to share the stats, but they aren’t high.
Better than this though, I can see what country those people are in when they click on my link. Sneaky I know, but I just can’t help myself. Usually, my loyal readers come disproportionally from Canada and America, then tied for third is my reader (singular) in England, Arab Emirates, and Australia.
I only have two friends in the Emirates, so it’s not a tough guess as to who is reading my garbage in that neck of the woods. Recently though, I had a reader from a country that I am fairly certain I have no connection to whatsoever. This mystery reader from the country in question is in Nepal.
I can’t help but wonder, who in Nepal would want to read what I wrote? Was it a tech savvy Sherpa rocking out on a blackberry in the Himalayas? I certainly hope so.
What I ask then is if my singular Nepalese reader would please come forward, because I need to know who you are for the sake of my own curiosity.