November 24th, 2018

These are the wild west days of online social communication. It’s interesting: it’s a totally different reality then face-to-face, which took a couple of hundred years to become civilized in the streets compared to how it is online.

On one hand, you have ‘pussies’: people who can’t take critique, can’t be told negative counterpoint of views and all they do is reveal the ‘good’ of their lives on a constant show of “what they have”. It’s all sugar. No spice. Almost to the point of being fantasy, which most of what they post is. The speak of cats a lot and will incorporate talk about their cats in any conversation.

On the other hand, you have bitter angry trolls. People who hate everything and everyone and will constantly post a negative remark all the time. These people are plentiful and polar opposites to pussies. They are the worst kind. It’s spic, never sugar all day every day. They just hate all the time always looking for a reason to say something hurtful or angry in the disguise of ‘keeping it real’. They haunt the comment section of every news media and show up on a pussies Facebook page to say something to ground the pussy that usually doesn’t want to hear it and bans them. Even if it may be the truth.

So, for a few years this has been going on back and forth: Trolls trolling pussies. Pussies fabricating a fake lifestyle.

I believe an evolution of how to speak to one another and represent oneself online is about due—but it may never come. Why?

Because people hate and lie.

One of the reasons I deleted every social space I had online (except this one) is because ‘truth’ is a premium less than a handful is willing to provide or read. 

Everything I wrote in this journal is the truth of myself — good and bad. The highs and the lows. Not for likes. Barely get any anyway.

Important journals are usually before their time.