The beast of our times! The court of public opinion delivered at light speed, always prepared to dish out instant judgment.
I wouldn’t call it an experiment, yet data has been yielded. In the last two weeks time this website has been exposed to over fifty-seven hundred new visitors- if any regulars have noticed a change in my tone, pace, and content- this is the reason why.
Those that tame it know the food it eats: information, ideas, and difficult-to-understand concepts. See easy things can be passed along in all the usual ways, like most posts, a like or two and it’s buried down the way.
With my first post on my birthday, I set off a wave of posts, comments and memes. Hundreds of participants, over one thousand reactions, many thousands of observers, and dozens upon dozens of threads- individual conversations, each to be attended to.
See, this beast is not tame: it’s human. Once you offer to feed “it/them” you must keep going or else they will eat your arm. Once I started it, it was beautiful, a conversation with a thousand voices, no longer coming from my brain.
Picking up medicine tonight, so tomorrow will be goodbye to this “full” bit of me. A little chaotic maybe, and hard to control, almost always excited, hard to communicate myself fully to anyone, and mostly just happy to sit watching friends. Well, tomorrow I will still be me, even if it will be a little quieter inside.
Phone calls, banks, medicine, insurance, pt, my head hurts and I don’t even know who I’m still forgetting to call back. I did my best to kill the list, and even I know it’ll be better soon.
Don’t do drugs. Wait, now that we’ve met you, please use this drug, and yes that one too.
A short post for my adventure today, as I plan to go to work on an assignment. It’s been pointed out to me, that without some gift wrapping, some people think Shaggy’s confession, well, isn’t.
I admit I don’t take as much time to proofread my own work as I should, yet the skill to dissect a written work is one that I do sometimes enjoy.. honestly, I’ve been waiting for someone to ask the next logical question.
Time to go.