I wrote the following essay,“Absolutely Insufferable”, about being called absolutely insufferable, two weeks ago and after writing it decided to write and publish another essay, #11 Do you Miss Drinking, instead. I spent a pretty severe amount of time trying to shape it, but it didn’t work originally. I came back to it this weekend because I think it maybe doesn’t belong in my draft graveyard (I mean, you be the judge of that.)
I’ve written a lot about the internet, social media, the press; or being misunderstood or judged or trolled; or not reacting to those things and giving my power away to Strangers on the Internet; or even using those terrible interactions as ways to choose peace instead of war; blah blah blah social media blah. At least five of the 12 essays I’ve published talk about this shit (#1 Being all of it, #2 Any press, #3 Persecution, #4 When everything that mattered stops mattering, #8 What to do with the things you don’t want.)
Internet stuff has been a theme here, so…