Why I Quit Playing Nice on LinkedIn! ??

Sometimes I wonder why I started writing on LinkedIn because for so long this platform was, let's put it gently, a playground for boastful idiots and self-proclaimed career gurus... But alas, I've joined the parade too.

?"You either die a hero, or you live long enough to see yourself become the villain." Welcome to the dark side, folks—I've become your newest dark knight!

Open LinkedIn, and what do you see? Endless "happy to announce" posts clouting for that one heroic like and a "You deserve it!" comment. But let's be honest, it’s less about getting likes and more about buzzing around those corporate hawks eyeing your career moves. These announcements, awards, and certificates are just your way of staying on their radar.

I’ve never made such posts, but since I’m currently in a "change everything and start afresh" mood, here's my bombshell:

"I'm proud to announce that I’ve taken the healthy route (if there was ever a potion for hangovers, mine would be the first broom in the sky).

I’ve accepted that some people are just idiots and it's best to leave them to their own devices—actually, for your good.

Plus, I'm now promoted and next in line to be the exclusive butler for Phoebe, my classy, bougie, ratchet, sassy, moody, nasty cat. I could ascend to prime handler, but that would require a homicide, and I'm rather fond of my husband.

So, he lives."

There. Step one of becoming a LinkedIn lunatic: complete!

Now, don't get me wrong, this isn’t just a venting blog (or maybe it is), but I do have some praise for LinkedIn. It lets me spill my guts! Yes, blogging here has turned out to be quite the amusement park.

Despite the scarce likes— hypocrite, much!

I have been writing all my life, and I have been earning through my writing but when your passion becomes a profession it becomes your 9 to 5. That happiness that you got the first time you wrote that poem that your mother proudly put on the wall...that happiness is lost. It's much like how heroin addicts spend all their remaining lives chasing that first high nothing matches the pride in your parents' eyes when they bragged about your early masterpieces to all the aunts and uncles.

So, here's my hero exit!

Like every seasoned scribbly soldier on a quest for that long-lost sparkle, I leave you with this—may your words soar higher than watercooler gossip, and may your genuine joy in writing return, not for the likes or comments, but for the sheer ecstasy of conquering a blank page. Up, up and away!

But let's get real for a second, this isn't just about writers or scribblers. It's for anyone who’s felt a little lonely in the crowded corridors of adulthood, wondering if this is all there is. For those navigating the tumultuous thirties, questioning every life choice, and feeling like every day is either a rebirth or a rerun.

It's a nudge for ugh those annoying faces that spice up our days with their petty games—may this be a mirror showing the comedy of your ways. And it's a virtual hug for anyone feeling demotivated, or lost. No, it’s not just your time of the month; sometimes, it's just the universe's quirky way of saying, “Take a break, human.”

Keep your head down—or up, because sometimes you need to see where the frisbees are flying. Do what you love, for me, it's writing without deadlines without character limits without "it should be more punchy, add a hook line".

For me, writing is where my emo side meets my rebel spirit, and trust me, the rebel in me is freakin’ Shakespearean with a keyboard.

Find your emo side. Maybe it’s not penning words; maybe it’s driving down the freeway with nothing but dropping F-bombs like confetti at a parade. Or perhaps it’s playing that silly ukulele, thinking you’re the next viral sensation with your “cover” of 'Gulabi Aankhen.' Who cares?.

Because at the end of the day, whether you’re a wordsmith or dealing with a real-life Darth Vader, your anthem should blast loud and proud: You be you, you do you!