Eat My Dust
There are probably thirty thousand people I would never connect with on this site. My life is not so empty as to list even one of them. Thinking about someone who bragged in his headline how many connections he had- there was one less because he alienated me.
I never see him anymore. The conduit, our mutual connection who inspired him to be tough behind a keyboard, is no longer on this site. This person had no real value except berating one time years ago. Also, twenty thousand connections and followers is not all that impressive.
Not enough to berate someone who is selective. Every comment is a power move. You can make someone feel better or worse. There is no reason to comment negatively.
Sometimes you want to. It will only harm your position with the people who like or liked you. The jerks don't care. Chances are you will hurt and alienate people who deserve the utmost respect.
You don't have to connect with everyone. One of my favorite connections recently closed on a house. He also mentioned a milestone that he passed. I asked how many of those thousands of connections are going to help him move.
Many live out of the area. Others are busy that week. Moving is a pain in the neck no matter how many assist you. I have been trying to distance myself from a lesser experience. It did not happen long ago.
It seems like life- the same one hundred sixty eight hours per week- goes faster than other times. There is a theory that time sped up after the year 2000. Even the Covid era has moved quickly. The gift of indifference has slowed my life down.
It's only Wednesday. At least weeks are not blending together. Let's see what I can accomplish. Whatever it is; jerks who are rude over the internet or to my face (both are uncommon yet far too frequent) are not going to change. There is a darkness to my recent articles.
I have articles about music and babies in draft. It is odd how friendly and fun my articles were and how dark the new ideas are. I have to explore all options. The beauty of writing is I can describe the good, bad and ugly in life and it lives on the page.
At least it is out of my head. The fox in the hen house who tried goading me and everyone else to make video- if I live-streamed there would be retractions galore. Another reason not to do LinkedIn Live.
It is good for someone else. As for me- remain true to what is important. I need to branch out. Analytics don't mean much to me.
Good News: I have had more reaction and comments latety.
Bad News: Not many see the nice, life affirming posts. Everyone sees the down in the dumps posts.
I had a bad reaction to certain events. Couldn't I have a Psychotic Reaction? I read Lester Bangs long after he was gone. It made sense. Rock criticism has more value than people saying how great a time they are having on social media. Some are, some aren't.
No matter what I am treated like the one at fault. Whatever happened to accepting what you cannot change, changing the things you can and the wisdom to know the difference? I heard that far too frequently saving me from a dead end habit that would have placed me in that group.