On Twitter, I have over 31,000 followers.

I’m only telling you because it’s mind-blowing.

It’s mind-blowing because most of those people, almost ALL of them, actually, don’t seem to give a shit about my posts.

In most cases I simply share my blogs, and on average I get around 2 likes per Tweet.

Yup, 2.

And only 1 out of 5 Tweets (or blogs) sparks a comment.

So you could easily say that there’s not much engagement, huhu.

That I’m doing something terribly wrong.

Or: that I’m wasting my talent and time.

Why don’t I try and tweak the content, so more of those 31K lovely people will start dropping likes and comments on me?

Why don’t I try and leverage more of that unique position that took me years to attain?

I have no fucking idea.

Let me try some explanations.

It seems that I don’t really care about producing stuff that most people will like, if I don’t like it myself.

It seems that I simply love writing stuff that’s interesting and invigorating to me, that inspires me.

It seems that most people are just stupid, and I’m lost in a niche.

Haha.

Maybe.

From a commercial standpoint, this is absolutely rubbish.

And sometimes that really bugs me.

Sometimes I hate that I can’t be more mainstream, more easily digestible, and more fast food-like when it comes to writing, because it would probably bring me a lot more eyeballs.

But I really can’t.

Well, I could, in theory, with all my experience and knowledge.

But I really, really can’t.

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