I’m a recluse. I’ll admit it. I don’t get out much unless it is to go to work, and even then I have to bargain with myself in the mornings to find motivation to get out of the door. Despite being in an industry where I interact with humanity on a daily basis, I don’t have many people in Ohio that I trust and visit on a semi-regular basis.
The life of a hermit is a quiet one, full of contemplation and week-long bouts of League of Legends games and month-long bad sci-fi binges. So, when I logged into WordPress to find that they had somehow found my blog and that I was in line to be featured on Freshly Pressed, I guess you could say I panicked.
And by “I guess you could say I panicked,” I mean “You definitely would have called 911.”