Friggin’ technology man.
I was drafting steam-of-consciousness style yesterday on the train (I’m really experimenting to find a blogging style that interests me, enough to be consistent). I was using the WordPress App which has a little disk icon, which IN EVERY OTHER UNIVERSE means “save”, not “publish”. Well, guess what? It was actually “publish”! SERIOUSLY??? That’s really, really messed up, WordPress. Thanks for the embarrassment. I visited the site and guess what, there’s my totally insane unedited, personal crap.
But seriously. That must be an issue….. NOT cool, WordPress.
I hate this world of internet. It’s not as fun. It’s awkward to try and be yourself, fearless of judgement, when that’s just impossible for a normal human being. So what do you do if you’re weird, in an unacceptable way? You feel awkward every time you post on Facebook, Twitter, blog, whatever.
Basically, I stress about every post, and then regret it immediately after.
I don’t enjoy it.
Let’s go back to pre-Facebook. If I want to see your crappy cat I’ll come over to your crappy house.