Meh

Lately I’ve been feeling that it’s counterproductive to post publicly, even if very few people ever read the words. This is partly because I self-censor, just like I did when I wrote fiction or poetry. I want to be funny or clever, and of course appreciated, so I craft sentences with that in mind. The same goes for social media of all types, except maybe private chat groups where I know that I am surrounded by friendly friends. Despite the low traffic here, this blog is public and could be read by anyone. I consider FB public even though my posts are friends only, since I don’t know all of them that well, and peeps can take screenshots to share with others. 

Paranoid? Not really. In years past, I did become caught up in drama via FB and blogging, and more recently I stepped back from Bluesky, Substack, and Reddit as I saw drama unfold around me. I have done a complete 180 from 1998, when I first came online and was rather trollish. Now, all the hate and anger makes me retreat from the playing field. It’s scary! I can easily be found in meatspace. 

I’m not just talking about obvious political posts, but the expression of any opinion at all. Is it really worth the possible attack of rabid fans if I say that I dislike a particular book or movie? Nah. It hasn’t happened, but it could. Remember the crazy pit bull war way back when on my deleted Ultrablog? I would never have the energy to deal with something like that now. 

My rambling point is that when all this flashes through my mind as I consider posting something such as I am very disappointed in the Freida McFadden Housemaid novels, but I will probably still see the movie because I love Amanda Seyfried, I think… meh, forget it.

Also, and not insignificantly, I utterly abhor the fucking AI prompts everywhere.