Bumbling Birb Machine

I have to say, it's weird that this blog has not received a comment in like, 7 years, and none of my posts from the past like, 6 years have even been viewed. Why did everyone stop blogging on this site right around 2013 - 2014? What the hell happened? I guess I don't understand how to get readers. It was easy back 20 years ago. Here's my theory - it's because no one wants to hear about crazy dreams. Like I'm about to share. In my dream last night, I went to a class reunion at somebody's mansion, and it honestly may have been Elon Musk's mansion. I do not know why. But there we were. And then there was Keenan Burkley, who was in my elementary school classes and I feel like I was always kind of mean to. Jerk Holden! And then me and Keenan hit it off. And he was some sort of herpetologist, and he had a pet lizard with him, and this was a crazy looking lizard because it had a long SNOUT like an elephant. But it was just a tiny lizard. And then it was LICKING MY FACE. And then he kept showing me all these videos on his phone of him having adventures in distant lands. We really were quite the duo! Holden and Keenan! (Hi Keenan! If you stumble upon this) And I don't remember much else of what happened. There was some guy there with a beard who could turn himself invisible, and he kept slapping me while he was invisible, and I was just having a hell of a time trying to find him. And then at some point, most everybody (including all my friends) had left. And I was still there. I HATE those dreams. And they happen too frequently. Where I'm somewhere with people, and then eventually everybody leaves without telling me. Boy, I tell you, that last part is just embedded within my subconscious and has been since high school. I don't know if it's trauma (shut up, I know that's not really actual trauma), or it's something I became numb to, this sense of being abandoned or shut out by everyone. Look at me, just whining up a storm! Anywho, point being... time for me to shut and just live life. Yall have fun!