I don’t usually write this type of blog post. I usually keep my head down and do my best to mind my own business, but I dreamt of bugs last night. Oh, I know exactly what it means. It means I went to bed thinking about the parasitic nature of social networks.
The carrion birds are still picking flesh off the beaten horse this morning.
I’m not involved in the latest mess, nor do I want to be. I won’t speak on the issue at hand other than to say that I will not take either side because I have no idea how much is true, and how much is conjecture founded on righteous indignation.
I will, however, say this:
This is the internet. No one is real. You see what we want you to see, and you, in turn, portray only parts of yourself through a controlled manner. Some more controlled than others, but it’s still your choice to show what you want to show to the internet community. So yes, sadly, some people make stuff up.
Why am I the only one not surprised and offended?
It’s a waste of my time and energy to let fury rise at these incidents. Anger makes me sick to my stomach, distracts me from my fiction, and gives my chiropractor too much work to do. It’s not healthy.
I’m walking away for a while. I’m going to get some fresh air, and then attack my latest WiP. These things make me happy. Don’t forget to make yourself happy today.