Below is a small transcript of how it went down:
So then I was feeling confused. If popularity has nothing to do with nice clothes, tanning, being clean and having well-kept hair - have I been coveting the wrong kind of popularity? Have I been jealous of the wrong types of girls? Could the homeless, drunk woman that apparently lives at my local Wal-Mart really be the most popular person I have ever met? And why didn't a news organization (or MTV) alert me to this earlier in my life when it could have saved me a lot of self-doubt, depression, self-hate, and aggravation for not fitting into that mold?
I thought about the words of the Fairy Queen, about her assertions of my popularity and coolness as I checked my stats on the bloggedy blog. A blog that has only been in existence for 10 months, but has had 14,000 unique page views. That is huge for a blog! Maybe I was popular! Maybe the Fairy Queen was right.
And then, I checked the search terms for the last week.
Oh, Google, why do you despise me so? The post that they were evidently linked to was this.