Hello, Benjamin from Brother’s Campfire here!
Trigger Warning. If you are sensitive, do NOT read this post.
If you read it and get Triggered and decide to leave a comment, I will likely respond to your triggered comment.
No take backs. You were warned.
Below are two glue guns. If you pull back the lever, you may become unglued. Here Goes.
In my last post, I covered a little about how I began writing here at the Campfire. I also spoke about a transition from fictional dilemmas to real life concerns.
So, I have additional houskeeping about a Nonconcern for me.
Recently, I have been asked if someone likes posts on my behalf.
The answer is no. Who does that? I pay real money into this site (well, someone does) and cannot afford a professional liker. I suppose I can get one cheap on Fiver. (Nope, checked)
My perspective on likes is not altruistic.
Such is life.
I try hard to be a sweetheart, but sometimes, well… Here it is.
This is Frank. (For the fragile, Frank is fake, but not FakeFrank because FakeFrank is a band.)
Frank is sad about his poetry blog. He writes 2 liners like this.
I hate fake likers, stole my heart, little pikers. 😭
I like Franks 2 liners. Frank is well… frank.
Every once in a while, Frank stops by and likes one of my posts. Since I like Frank, his like reminds me that his blog is out in the blogosphere and I return, binge reading 10 or 12 pages of his posts, liking every one of his sappy sob sonnets.(well, besides the lines and syllables)
It took 2 minutes or less. Easy Reads.
Well, Frank is upset with me because I looked at his blog too fast and liked all of his two liners. Frank feels I should have left a meaningful comment on each and every one. He also felt I did not absorb the true meaning of his post.
Poor Poor Frank. No. Not really.
Sorry….frankly, Frank, you lost me because you are worried about the irrelevant.
Frank, fortunately, if you do not wish to see my likes, don’t look at them. Look at what makes you happy … Or sad.
Note the Notifications. You can turn them off.
Also, you can change menus to the all important comments section.
This is the menu I keep my phone on. I get likes all the time. All through my sleep cycle. Guess what, with the Notifications off, I can sleep the whole night through, oblivious to someone leaving the dreaded like. 🙄
Ok..I got ahold of (fictional) Frank.
His poetry work is dark and somber and he hates likes. What was I thinking?
Did you know there are potential options to remove this feature? I started of without likes. Here is the fateful day I requested the install.
If you have gotten this far, you are either ready to like this post or like all of my posts and comments to show me how irritating it is.
Bet you wont.