To have followers, must it lead somewhere?

I'll admit, there really isn't any compelling reason for anyone to follow my blog. (To the few who have, I give my heartfelt thanks!) But darnit, I feel like that sad, shy little 6-year-old exluded from the Girl Scouts. I never quite figured out what happened there. I was told there was no room for another member, and being young and innocent, I believed it without question. In hindsight, I have to wonder just how badly a sweet (yes, I really was back then) 1st grader could have pissed off the troop leaders during the previous year in the Brownie troop?



So today, as a battle-scarred old woman, should I be dismayed that I don't have hundreds of followers? Okay, I'd settle for ten. Well, maybe 25. I haven't really gone out there and asked for followers (mostly because I feel I would be selling a shoddy product.) But why does it make me feel bad? I see lots of people trying to attract blog followers, many by asking point-blank. It begs the question: Do we ever truly outgrow our need to fit in and be accepted?



And to my husband, if you're reading this--GET ON BOARD, BUDDY! Our anniversary is next week; at least give me the gift of being follower #5!