Oh! What a tangled web we weave, when first we practice to deceive. Several years ago, I had enough with the tangled web of lies that were being thrust in my face at every turn. Mostly in the social media world. I stepped away and decided life was better unplugged from the machine of propaganda.
Ignorance truly is bliss.
I did look around to see if there were alternate social sites where I could connect with people and share ideas. I was met with disappointment at every turn. Mewe at first looked like a refreshed Myspace, but it was just me over there talking to myself. I couldn’t really find a human. Then I tried Gab, Parler, Truth social, Telegram, blah, blah, blah. Still no sign of actual people I could talk to and no real news. Gab was the worst for constant sensational headlines that were not true. Yuck. News is bad enough without having to wade through the lies.
This bad cat always says it better than I can.
I found Substack and I like it quite a bit. You can find writers you like who share news and ideas that interest you. If they seam like liars or you don’t like their style, just skip them. I still don’t know how many humans I am talking to, but with the email and subscription feature, I do know people who want to hear from me can find me without apps or any obstacles.
Recently I popped back into the Book of Farce because I was asked to help with the social side of my awesome art guild. I have been tip toeing in reluctantly, but followed a few groups that I thought would be interesting and connected with some old friends. I decided to share one of my mushroom posts with a mushroom hunting group and was quickly reminded why I stopped reaching out to the faceless stratosphere.
Okay, I was immediately reminded that that world is full of faceless “contributors’ that live to spellcheck and debunk the rest of us. Sir, you have missed the point completely. I don’t write my little posts for affirmation or approval from strangers. My writing is my own creative expression. It is how I sort out ideas and try to connect with friends and anyone else who gets me.
I will be sure to keep my Facebook dealings to a minimum.
I guess all digital interactions have their down sides and limits. I will always prefer face to face real world connections. If you can come frolic in the woods with me, or sit in a hammock under my oak or sip ‘tea’ on my porch, you are welcome. I love to chat and listen. If time and distance are keeping you away, I understand. This virtual space is for us humans. Thank you for checking in and dropping me a line. Thank you for connecting with me.
Oh how I would love to come sit on your porch and sip some tea and chat with you cousin.
that sounds so wonderful… How I miss the south.... you make it possible for me to still enjoy it.
Thank you 🥰