I should have cut my losses whenever it was that I last blogged about my "breakup" with Judge Alex. I thought I could still be his Twitter acquaintance, but on my own terms. I can't.
I watch "Judge Alex," and the rest of my family and friends watch it as much as they ever will. I'm not part of a Nielson family. I have no power to increase his popularity or ratings beyond what little I've already contributed in that area. Beyond that, I don't tell Judge Alex how stunningly handsome or sexy he is. (I've never done that.) I also don't bother him by telling him when I'm ill or injured. One might think that would actually be worth something.
When someone is no longer of practical utility to a person, the obvious thing to do seems to be to ignore the person. It's OK. It's probably not the last time I will think someone was a nice guy, only to find out later that I was wrong. At least in the case of Judge Alex, he's only a Twitter person and not a real person.
My parents think I'm being an idiot, which is also OK. It's neither the first nor the last time for THAT to be the case.