why don’t you like me?

I understand that not everyone likes everything. Myself, I like about zero percent of the world. Still, I wish that the intersection of

  • people who like me, and
  • people who like my writing

had cardinality greater than one, i.e. Geoff. I do appreciate some of the random positive-styled comments I get. I’ve gotten this seems more mature than other stories you have written. I’ve been complimented on font (which I should have passed along to the LaTeX people). I had someone point out a typo. I feel that if I were a poet, I would do a found-poem of all the positive-style comments I have ever received.

Clearly a few strangers don’t mind me, otherwise no one would have ever published anything I’ve submitted, but somehow stranger love means nothing without overwhelming friends and family love too.