Another personal, yet completely unnecessary post

I just had to tell my readers: How does one come around to even give a shit? Terrible pace with the previous ambitious reading list I tell you, there are far too many distractions in this world. Im confused whether I should capitalize every first letter in the title. Its really arduous and stupid to mull it over.

Enough petty bs, I am sort of shitfaced too. Apologies are in order; something tremendously weird happened today and only for those of you who remember Journey Back Home/Journey Back Home(Day Two); Tarnettar Ji was sitting in my drawing room today on the sofa- I had just woken up. He'd come to conduct a small transaction, my father owed him some money, and he saw me. His eyes started twinkling again in that endearing way with his brown skin crinkling around his eyes and he said, "hey, I read your blog! All I had to do was search my name, whats the anonymity for? Oh, and Im going to assume most of that was fiction because Im too old to quit smoking now, and quite frankly they really are my better half."
"Im glad you like it, not really my best work though."
"Oh, well. I saw your poetry in Nether. Congratulations, is this your first time getting published?"
"You do get around. Yes, it is."
"Well, honestly I've got to thank you for this post because now whoever looks for me online will know who I am before what I do, and I assure you, nobody in y life has ever made me look this interesting."
"I can only guess."

Quite obviously I was startled yet I was relieved, there are a lot of things one wishes they could explain to themselves before doing it to others because it was obviously all fiction, that old nonsensical rumination about hills and the weather and what not; maybe this is too.