If only the “out of sight, out of mind” adage didn’t scare me enough that I remain silent… or that the content always comes out incomplete… if so much of what’s on the internet didn’t scare me… a tree falling in the woods does make a sound.
Everything matters, but you shouldn’t mind everything. Examining everything you see when it occurs— that’s like being a spectator all your life. Or an impoverished observer.
A year to pass next month, August, where it went from the weird awkwardness (I can’t put my finger on it— could be the homeless people?) of the Portland environment to… this.
It takes courage to put your controversial feelings up. But to continue going? That’s the real hard part. And bonne chance, good courage, good luck. It certainly takes the knowing that sites like Google, like Facebook censors and will sell your information to people you’ll never know to never move to Blogger.
You have to build a reputation (or better— already have one). Popularity requires consistency, and you’ll get the wrong people if you could care less about the integrity of your beliefs. Those that believe nothing believe everything.
In the general sense of this fast-paced world, you have to think on your toes and not get lost, not get ahead of yourself. On the interwebs, you have to click and type fast enough… again, without getting ahead of yourself.
Despite my own incompatible views, you shouldn’t bottle crap up that’ll tear you to pieces. I may remain an easy target so easy that no hater dare bothers (or that libertarians in general are seen as beyond crazy), but you have a chance, having not exhausted everything before becoming ready for the world like me. You stand more a chance.
I be distant to a degree but me don’t give up on the big picture; me don’t give a rats ass ’bout what the false things yous call me. I may say I have no hope or faith (don’t forget “broekn”), but I have determination, less fear… and chocolate. If only it didn’t seem like I have to bottom out. Nothing drug-related— hopped up on emotional crap, I think. And chocolate. Evs. (Sick— ‘whatever’ reduced to ‘evs’ now.)
Must I keep going? No. But I just do. I could pack up and leave, easily. But I just keep moving forward, not knowing what tomorrow will bring… or not bring because I’m an impoverished observer. And I can’t literally move place-of-stay-wise ’cause I don’t have any money and can barely cross the street.