I don't want the watchers I have to just be a number.
I want to ascribe meaning to those names. I want to know there's a person behind that icon.
The faceless masses are bound by convention, and often find themselves in conflict with my unconventional ideals. An individual, though, can be reasoned with, talked to, made friends of.
I respect you. All of you. I am humbled by your decision to allow my occasional piece of creatively-sterile moose droppings to find its way into your inbox. I always want to know what you think about my work, not out of desire to have others pat me on the back, but because I honestly think you all have something to say.
I want to be your friend. At the very least, I want to know enough about you to know if I really want to be your friend, or if I plan on ignoring you. That probably sounded really backpedal-y and stupid, and I'm sorry.
It's just... you matter. I want you to matter to me. I don't care if I matter to you, I just want to look at you as something other than a number.
And... I want to know there are still decent people in the world. People who don't try and tear me down because they don't get it. People who won't ask a question, then block me before I can give an answer. People who don't randomly trawl my comments history so they can make personal attacks.
People like the ones who got this piece of mindless drivel in their inbox, and took the time to read to the bottom.
Listening to: i am sorry
Reading: so very sorry
Watching: that I don't get along well with everyone
Playing: that i don't treat everyone equally
Eating: that i feel only some, not all, deserve my respect
Drinking: that i don't believe in a perfect world