A few months ago I watched “The Rise and Rise of Bitcoin” on Netflix. Since then I’ve been obsessed with this new world of crypto-currency/block-chain technology. I can’t stop thinking about ICO’s, Exchanges, and the future price of Bitcoin. I’ve been watching youtube on everything; mining tutorials, daily updates, crypto-picks found in chemtrails. I dream about it. Well, it’s more like I loose sleep over it. I can’t get enough.
My problem is my first love. Writing. It’s suffering.
I can’t give myself to a story anymore. I can’t wander around in my head experiencing life through the eyes of a trusted friend, a hero, or villain. I don’t feel their love or their loss. I can’t smell the dinner they burnt, or taste the pizza they had to order. I can’t get there. Not when part of me is eager to check coinmarketcap to see the current price of Bitcoin.
I’m torn between my love and my crush. Cryptos are new, and exciting, but will it always be that way? I think that sometime soon the newness will lessen, the excitement will fade, and my love will be waiting. Or has she already left?
