The exodus of people unfriending me on social media has dwindled to maybe two a week (there’s 4000+ people on the friend roster). When a contentious social and/or political issue arrives and I share my observations, insights, and opinions on social media the mass exodus begins. There was once the exodus numbered over 500 by the time it wound down. This year it’s closer to 100 unfriends.

If you weathered the storm of my posts during the pandemic lockdown then congratulations, glad you’re still here. That’s an example of an exodus issue. This year I’m much more vocal and involved in the election issues than in years past. And naturally the exodus began. Usually, the mass unfriending is in the first two to three months, but after that it slows down to a couple people a week.

All this exposition is to ask this one question:

The two people who unfriended me this week, if you’re stalking my blog, what was the final push where I became far too insufferable to you?

They stuck it out this long. And then they’re gone. So unsettling that I’ll never know. I don’t get messages telling me off, no comments on posts, and I can’t see a list of the people who bailed. Poof. Gone. I’m left here in unsatisfying wonder.

It’s merely social interest, nothing that keeps me up all night. I’ll recover. I’m confident I’ll recover. I feel the healing already underway.