“Always ‘like’ your own posts. It shows confidence in yourself and your popularity.”
— Me, to myself, alone in this dark room.
Eric is at a concert right now with Andrew and Zack, and ran into a fan.
See?
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(Not quite as prolific as my first guest blogger, but then he is a man….)
This is Eric’s life:
Except instead of “Instagram Husband,” it’s “Blog Boyfriend.”
And instead of flattering photos that make us look like we’re living the best, most picturesque life ever, it’s just a bunch of posts that embarrass him, make us both look stupid, and cause him to worry what his mother will think.
This post is a good example.
“I make your life worth reading about!”
— Eric, whose presence in my life has reduced my blog stats by roughly 70%.
When people find out I have a blog, the first thing they usually say is “Oh! What’s it about?”
So in the interest of not having to repeat myself, I am going to answer this question publicly, once and for all:
I don’t really know.