Though I made no reference to it at the time, last June marked the one year annivarsary of this website. Since its conception, I’ve written 104 posts and readers have responded with 1,010 comments. 82.68% of my visitors arrive here on a computer running Windows, and 10.06% are lonely. 60.34% of my visitors are smart enough to use Firefox, and 22.91% are still frolicking with the Internet Devil.
Compared to the millions of other websites, both personal and otherwise, there is nothing special nor impressive about these statistics. But to me, I’m somewhat amazed. People read what I write. People I’ve never even met. People I know nothing about. And perhaps even more astounding than that… I’m not shy when it comes to all that I’ve written, nor do I regret a single thing I’ve written.
This is a new idea for me. I have family members who drop by here, as well as family friends, business partners and offline friends—many of whom I never even mentioned my website to. Under difference circumstances, I would usually go through a certain effort to keep my writings private; I’m not exactly the kind of person who goes about sharing things they’ve written with random strangers… And yet, exactly what am I doing right now?
