Society loves a winner. “The gold ring” is the summa of all desiderata, as is “winning the lottery.” If I was cynical, I’d say that life is a popularity contest. Oh, yeah. I am, and I often think it is.
My un-secret vice is ClubPogo.com. When Life’s been kicking me in the shins, I tend to run whimpering to Pogo. There I play the same handful of games at which I excel. Lookit me, oh goody, I can beat a bunch of random strangers who all have better things to do than get really good at a computer game – but it makes me feel better.
Today in the gym I was asked why I’m so pleased about my Twitter follower count. It’s a foolish but quantifiable show of popularity to have spambots and porngirls follow me online. That’s like bragging that your favorite TV show has the most commercials.
I should strive for distinction by making the world a better place. Until I do, I’ll take the top score on Pop Fu™ and try to be clever on Twitter.
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