Um, so remember last week this time when I was being bombarded with views to my blog because of that post I wrote that went sort of viral and stuff?
Well, it did. I lost count at the 75,000 views point. This one post nearly doubled the number of views of my nearly two year old blog. Wow!
Not only did it get hella shared on social media (cool people say that, right?), it was also Freshly Pressed, the next day. I understand that striking while the iron is hot is one of those things, but it really did catch me off guard.
I had started about twelve different posts about Ferguson during various stages of intoxication over the week prior to my post last week, but none of them felt right.
I wrote out of anger towards looters, then out of empathy for the family of the “victim” and I wrote out of anger towards people judging all cops based on a few and it went on and on. I never wrote anything that felt comfortable, until last Tuesday.
Last Tuesday, I woke up early and met the wife at Gman’s school. It was our last first day of preschool, so I didn’t want to miss it, even though I worked late the night before and may or may not have had several Bud Light Limes with the dogs when I did finally get home.
I left Gman at school and returned home with every intention of falling to sleep again. ALL THE KIDS WERE IN SCHOOL!! Alas, after lying there for a bit, I had to accept the fact that, in spite of the rare moment of peace, I wasn’t going to fall asleep again. Hell bent on not getting out of bed yet, I reached for the iPad and started to write a post.
I knew I wanted to address the shitty events in Ferguson, because writing helps me process things, but I didn’t want to write anything that was inflammatory or that could necessarily be perceived as taking sides on any of the myriad issues that everyone had taken sides on by then.
It had dawned on me that I was getting inquiries from friends, both reality based and online, asking if I was okay and whether or not I was in the Ferguson mess. The folks asking about me were as close to me as the neighboring town I live in and as far away as the other side of the world.
It seemed as though the media had made the entire St. Louis region appear as though it was in shambles, and that simply wasn’t the case. Unless you were in the epicenter of the rioting, you could still be in the region, even in most of Ferguson itself, and not know that there was anything unusual going on. So, I wrote a post that was simply my, “I’m doing okay, thanks” answer to all my friends.
I wrote it while laying naked in bed, and like most things I do naked in bed, it didn’t take very long to finish. I clicked publish and was satisfied that I had posted something and could soon enjoy the comments of my regular 10-15 online friends.
After putting on some pants and getting coffee into my system, I got a text from Wife that said, “nice work, daddy!”
I hadn’t started cutting the grass yet, so I had no idea what she was talking about. It turns out she was talking about my post. Well, Wife is one of my harsher critics, so when I saw that she had posted a link to it on Facebook, I had to read it again myself.
I read it a few times, actually, and decided it was a pretty okay post. The story really tells itself; all I did was put it into words what was going on in my wee brain.
The post was shared by some of my other friends, and then friends of theirs, and before I knew it, it was all over my Twitter feed as well. Even the mayor of St.Louis’s press person retweeted it.
I was contacted by CNN to do an interview with Don Lemon, whoever that is, and by another agency as well.
It was pretty crazy, but I’m really glad to hear that so many people enjoyed the post.
I certainly didn’t invent the idea of being nice to the kids on patrol, and in fact, I wrote once about one of the men who inspired me to do it here.
Police officers going out of their way to help people is an everyday thing, it just seldom makes the news because, who cares if an officer gives a homeless man a few bucks or some new shoes or whatever, right?
We’re all human beings, so we should be doing what we can to help each other.
I don’t know how to find comments on places like Reddit or Stumblewhatever, but I can say that the comments on my blog page and most of those I’ve found outside of my blog have been supportive and positive. I say that only because it gives me hope that people still care.
People still enjoy hearing about the good that humanity has to offer, and that’s encouraging.
So, to all you new followers, welcome. If you haven’t read my other posts, you probably shouldn’t. Most of them aren’t touching in any way, though there are many pictures of my lips touching a bottle of beer, so there’s that.
I hope you’ll stick around and have fun with me here.
To my regular readers, thank you as always. I looked at the other post I wrote that was Freshly Pressed just about a year before the one last week, and was amazed to see that many of the people who commented on that post are still my friends today. Yes, I consider my followers my friends.
Thank you all so much for staying with me. Your comments and likes and love on Facebook make blogging one of those things I look forward to doing.
Well fuck (almost an entire post without saying it!), I have to get ready for work now, so until next time…peace!