Follow me. I have virtual people "following me" on Twitter. I am sure if you are on Twitter, you have a ghostly hoard tracking your every move.
Of course the assumption is that I know where I am going and I am going somewhere. And that I know the best way there.
I haven't gone in a straight line my whole life. Or, maybe I have, but it's taken me forever to get there.
My wife and I are catching up on old episodes of Lost, which is just a heartbreaking and beautiful show. But you know one of the main things that happens in practically every episode that Jack or Sawyer or Hurley is out trekking somewhere in the jungle and they get turned around or shot or the smoke monster eats them. If I was a character on Lost, I am sure I would be worm food somewhere in the start of the first season.
All of this is to say that I am happy -- ecstatic, really -- for followers. But I hope you packed a lunch.
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