There are over 6.6 billion people on the planet.
Of that number 12.7 million live in the state of Illinois.
2.8 million of those people live in the city of Chicago
Maybe 4 or 5 give a rats-ass about what I do on a daily basis.
At first blush, these statistics may sound a bit depressing, but somehow they give me comfort. There's a freedom in knowing that nobody is really watching me. Therefore it's unlikely that If I attempt something and fall short, anyone is going to stand up pointing, "Hey look at what that dumb-ass just did!" (Except for my wife. Even she will just chuckle and shake her head, but she pretty much does that every morning so I'm use to it.) The way I figure it, I might as well do what the hell I want. Even if I fail initially, I can just keep trying until I don't. Sorta like the notion proposed in The Hitchhikers' Guide to the Galaxy; flying is simply a matter of throwing oneself to the ground until you miss.
Either way, 6.6 billion still aren't going to give a rat's-ass.
They've got their own problems.