I'm surprised that Steemit hasn't deactivated me. I have been ridiculously busy with my stupid job, abusive wife and three amazing kids (freaking smart, and off the fondle-slabs). Also been struggling to write at least one of the many stories I have in the queue. They're all dumb, I'm sure, but they're stories I want to tell nonetheless. Guess it's my answer to therapy.
Going to try and write more, even if it is a dopey blog entry. No one reads them, so I suppose I'm safe to speak freely. Why? Stream of consciousness, mostly. Just get the crap out, jerk off onto the page and hope the cobwebs clear enough for the real creativity to flow. That's what journals are for, right?
Also want to try and come up with new ways to snap back at "society." Funny, how when writing a blog, I find myself thinking in terms of resistance and subterfuge. Brings me back to a mindset I held when Blogger and Xanga were platforms you didn't have to worry about speaking your mind. You gained followers or you didn't. That simple. Now, what, you have to contend with 'Likes' and shadow banning. People taking your words and then comparing them to "popular opinion" and then planning interventions.
Yep, there it is. That old feeling again...
