I've been contemplating elephants.
I shared some of my thoughts with a friend of mine. He is not here on Steemit but he seems to know a great deal about cryptocurrency and investing. After hearing my thoughts on elephants, he told me I should come to Steemit and post.
I asked him why. Whoever would be interested in ridiculous observations about elephants and the similarities I have noticed between them and truffle brownies?
He laughed and told me: Who knows? You're dealing with loss in your own way and perhaps turning the page onto a new hobby would help to pass the time.
He had friends that had invested here. Came and went. They thought there were many wrinkles to be ironed out regarding the future stability of the platform, but said it could be fun for a social outlet if you weren't expecting too much more than that. They had enjoyed meeting people years ago and a few of their friends still had remained.
I politely declined. I'm a private person by nature and didn't see the benefit.
He gave me the link. (A good thing since I would have secretly searched for Steamit, and most likely ended up with some new carpet cleaning tools.) I told him I really didn't need the link. I would be fine with my usual hobbies of staring, glaring, and lack of caring.
He wrote down the names of some bloggers here, and suggested I read their blogs to check it out before declining.
I handed the paper back to him and told him to mind his own beeswax.
He returned the slip into my hand, closed my palm around it and walked away. Before he shut the front gate, he casually remarked that it couldn't hurt to try. He followed that with a wink.
I have never understood that saying. It can hurt to try. People simply ignore the risk and try anyway.
The wink annoyed me. It unnerved me that he knew me well enough to know that I would not ignore his suggestion. He called me later that evening to ask what I thought. I was tempted to feign ignorance, but I simply told him it was mildly interesting. I added a bored sigh to emphasize my lack of enthusiasm.
He assured me he would be by in a few days to help me choose a name and a picture and put some cryptocurrency into my wallet so that I would be able to talk about elephants and truffle brownies. I said fine. I didn't understand a word of it but I said fine.
In my final display of resistance, I told him I might write a post or two, but I would keep my private, elephant-brownie thoughts to myself. He laughed and said suit yourself.
What does that even mean?
Who else would suit me?
He has been checking his email to make sure that I've passed all the Steemit tests with flying colors. After careful consideration,(and presumably a lack of high standards) today I have been deemed by your Steemit government to be a proper member of your society. I can't say that I will do all I can to make you proud. I have terrible commitment issues and I try very hard not to care about that.
I have seen that his gift of 100 steem has dropped into my wallet, and I'm told that means I can now post and comment. So I suppose I shall. Maybe I will visit other people who have joined today and make them feel welcome. He suggested I search tabs and links and ~ question: why don't they offer a map of some sorts when we join?
I don't expect many people to visit this curious blog of mine. It is certainly all well and good for me. I shall use it as an unfortunate new hobby to please my pushy friend.
Maybe I will figure out a way to take all his lovely steem back out of this wallet and go buy myself a cinnamon cupcake with buttercream frosting.
If only I knew how to do that.