A simple analysis.

There are two kinds of people in the world:
1 - People who visit my blog because I visit theirs.
2 - People who visit my blog regardless of whether or not I visit theirs.

Then, there are the people who are easily offended by some of my opinions and stop visiting my blog because of that.
OK, so there are 3 kinds of people in the world:
1 - People who visit my blog because I visit theirs.
2 - People who visit my blog regardless of whether or not I visit theirs.
3 - People who are offended by my opinions and stop visiting my blog.

Then, there are people like me who don't really care about "People number 3" because if that's all it takes to keep them away, they were never really friends to begin with. So, there are 4 kinds of people in the world:
1 - People who visit my blog because I visit theirs.
2 - People who visit my blog regardless of whether or not I visit theirs.
3 - People who are offended by my opinions and stop visiting my blog.
4 - People who don't care whether you are number 1, 2 or 3.

Then, there's me. Five kinds of people in the world.
1 - People who visit my blog because I visit theirs.
2 - People who visit my blog regardless of whether or not I visit theirs.
3 - People who are offended by my opinions and stop visiting my blog.
4 - People who don't care whether you are number 1, 2 or 3.
5 - Me.

I think that about covers it.

Comments

Anonymous said…
Then there are people who cherish reading the outpourings of your "sick mind" regardless of whether or not you visit their blog.
March 21, 2009 at 5:31 AM
Anonymous said…
then there are ones, who even in a drunken stupor enjoy the "spillings" "outpourings" of your wise, witty, irreverant (is that spelled right hiccup, hiccup) discussions/thoughts... so pffft on the naysayers...
March 21, 2009 at 5:33 AM
Anonymous said…
Then there are those that don't even know your blog exists! Of which, some will one day find it and either become 1, 2, 3 or 4.

Or those who never will fit into any of those categories!
March 21, 2009 at 6:49 AM
Anthony said…
junior: If my German was better or Google translate actually worked ... :)
March 21, 2009 at 9:13 AM
Anonymous said…
Thanks, Anthony. But anyway, you are by far more productive, so NOT reading mine is okay simply because I haven't been posting for a long time.
March 22, 2009 at 4:12 AM
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