I have to confess something to you guys (anyone? anyone? why is there echo?). I got kind of hooked onto statcounter. Well, at first I simply didn’t want anyone from my environment to read my everyday rants (don’t judge me, if on your blog you wrote about how your boss sexually harassed you, I am sure you would prefer to keep this /relatively/ private) and it suited me well. I had an insurance that if someone came to this tiny infinity, I would know. But then it all went wrong. I am a control freak. To the maximum. I wanted at least someone to read what I was blabbing about (I only rarely enjoy talking to myself, why should I enjoy writing to myself - though I do enjoy that sometimes too). Checking statcounter stuck to my routine. Whenever I am bored, waiting for someone, riding the bus I do my usual checking routine: twitter (oooh, I got a reply!), facebook (gee, someone got married again), RSS feed (yup, yeah, yes, I agree with all those new posts) and then statcounter (why the hell no one visited my blog? Am I too boring? What if I am? Noo, it can’t be? Or can it? - read this in Jenna Marbles style). I know, it sounds really pathetic (taip, Pauliau, jei skaitai, aš žinau, kad tu manai, jog aš apgailėtina). It probably is. I am only human (why does this sound like a lame excuse?). And even if I might have implied I know who the visitor is, it is not true. Sure, statcounter tells the country and sometimes the city, internet service provider, the link that directed the visitor to the blog, OS and browser the person uses but it is far too difficult to tell who exactly the visitor is. It is impossible, to tell you the truth. However, if suddenly someone from the real life starts knowing more than you said to them (and you know you haven’t told the fact anyone else, only posted this on your blog), then you can get suspicious. But it is not that easy. For example, I still have no idea why at some point I had lots of Indian visitors (as in people of India). And I don’t even mind people reading this. I only don’t like being lied. Why hide something as perfectly legal as reading someone’s blog.
I still feel the need to explain myself. I know I don’t have to. I am no fun this week. Please excuse my autumn blues. Be well, people. And I am gonna go read an article on BQ (yes, I feel really educated when I use acronym instead of full words - Boston Qualifying)
