The Revolution Will Be Livestreamed in The Stuff That's Not Interesting But Is The Most Interesting Stuff I'll Write

I was trying to find a survey because I really didn’t feel like writing, but as I was searching for something, I realized how awful the internet has become. I’m sure many of you remember how the internet began, and how it was 25 or so years ago, but it was so much better.

I was reminiscing about it with my co-workers and we came to the conclusion that the reason it was so great is because advertisers hadn’t gotten their hands on it. The internet has become absolutely useless. When you ask a question, you have to sift through all the bullshit advertisement answers to get through a legitimate response… or you have a bunch if airheads answering your question who have no real knowledge, answering question is the life mission.

I mean, to look back at those early years of internet as halcyon is somewhat silly because there were a lot of bad things going on. I guess I’m just back to that really cynical state-of-mind where the very idea of advertising is unethical. I purposely avoid any product that I see advertised online. I always see advertisements before my YouTube videos for a toothpaste brand, can’t remember the name of it, but I remember the colors and I always choose any brand but that one.

I don’t think it really changes anything, but I get so infuriated by little things.

I think that’s further proof of how emotional I am. I get worked up over little things and people tell me that I shouldn’t do that, that I should let the little things go… but I don’t think that’s right. I’ll tell you why.

If you let little things go and train yourself not to have any kind of emotional response to little things, eventually that seeps its way into your reactions to big things. The War in Ukraine. The Q-Bar shooting. The extermination of Iranian protestors. These are all things that make me absolutely livid and hysterical… I weep sometimes because it’s so scary. And you just shrug and continue ordering your Starbucks off your app.

I’m finally ready to admit, I have a sensitive heart. I care far too much. I also don’t care about imagined dramas. It’s one of the reasons why I don’t ever get too worried about myself. I still haven’t gone to the doctor over my foot (which is looking like a big mistake) because I don’t matter. Not even to me.

That might need changing.