First this
From time to time I post some picture from my private life on X. Not the pictures I’d really want to post, since
1. Am an awful photographer
2. A sufficiently strong part of me is against sharing pics of my son or other people I care about the most
3. The stuff I find the most interesting is not easily captured in a picture. I use my eyes mostly for not bumping into stuff – a benefit of having eyes I appreciate to no end – and there are only two things in this world that I really like looking at. Neither I feel comfortable sharing. So yes, people like me shouldn’t bother the world with pictures they took themselves. I doubt I can even take a good pic of a plate of delicious food.
Twitter is not for personal pictures, I suppose that’s what Facebook is for or Instagram, but I get the most oppressive vibes from those two platforms. Am a late adaptor in the tech department, so I don’t know about any other platforms. I suspect telegramme is not the poles and wire thing anymore, the thing that replaced the Pony Express.
There’s a drive on all platforms to post stuff that gets one likes. This liking business is one factor that undermines any room for authenticity. So here and there I post something knowing it’s gonna get me one (thanks, Joe!) or no likes and in the end it doesn’t matter, because whether I get 20,000 likes on a post or no likes it makes no difference. I know X is for stuff that bleeds or is somehow pain related. It’s the horror show disgruntled people like myself tune into. Though we all have different reasons for our disgruntledness. ‘I want the world to be my way and it is not and am angry about it’ could be the essence of Twitter. Sometimes I see someone post they are on X to read facts, but we should invent a good, short word for ‘statements that make me feel comfortable’. Ego hugs. Gugs. I forgot that we also like to assail other people’s gugs that make us feel discomfort. If twitter had no content that pisses us off we’d all tune out by the end of the week.
If the zwine, you know who I mean, or Trump or Biden fans (I loathe Dems and Reps about equally, though Dems I hate more, cause they have fewer excuses for being politically underdeveloped and tend to come with even more arrogance than other political nitwits like Trump supporters) don’t come bleeting to me I am underperforming. The biggest compliment on X is some idiot from the other team expressing his or her powerlessness by commenting. It means X decided my stuff isn’t up to the standards of the platform, is not conflict fertile, and they didn’t put my ramblings on the timeline of the enemy.
Happy me wouldn’t find the time to tweet. Or maybe I’d just share my happiness and get no interaction apart from the occasional hater and a like by Joe and let it slide after a while.
Now this
I have been in this process of stripping life down to its bare essence. I got things whittled down to 5. To make it easy to remember I captured them with 5 words starting out with a B. I have five fingers on my hand, here and there am normal, and I happen to wear a ring with a B stamped on it, so am always reminded of my 5 B’s in life.The shit one does to try and ensure you get a few more happy moments in this strangely unasked for existence that’s just there every day and you have to deal with it or apply for euthanasia (as a Belgian I have that option, which is a luxury).
And this
So I write posts like this cause it declutters my head. If anyone finds some comfort or inspiration in it, that’s a big plus. Some author marketed it as ‘morning papers’. To use on old term from psychoanalysis I refer to it as ‘chimney sweeping.’
You can also do it without throwing the result online, but I like sharing. I had a very lonely childhood in pre-internet days, so now I like to share.
And that
Am also decluttering in the physical world. My study is a total mess, such a mess that I can barely locate stuff anymore, so that’s what am gonna be doing until I have to start working. I feel like am always working, that’s one of my issues, but I mean the type of work I get store credit for.
PS
Sometimes I mean coffee by Joe and sometimes I mean Joe by Joe. It’s a new category on my site I am tinkering with to get some more structure into the thing. One of the main aspects would be that you can count on it that it was something I wrote in the morning and is pensive and very open in nature.
If you wish you can treat me to a cup of Joe to fuel more mornings with Joe
It may not mean a lot to you, but it does to me.
€2.00
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