First Day at the Job, Explaining the Faults of Other Sites

Hello future people whose lives consist on the intricate weavings of the web known as the internet. I welcome you to a blog that is well, "vaguely interesting".

This would be considered a life blog, where I document and input commentary of my life, and those of others. I've been lacking something in my life where I could speak out onto the world without being dismayed and subjected to public humiliation. Then I thought, what better way to do so, than to look towards the world of internet trolls, feminists, Grammar Nazis, and the occasional "fuckboy".

THE INTERNET

Yes I know I could have just went to Tumblr, or to Instagram, or Wattpad, or even go back eras to reclaim the Facebook world. Yea, whatever. I've been on those sites for far too long, and they never captured the total essence of being true to yourself.

Basically the intentions of half of the human race who have

access onto the internet. But not me :)

Tumblr was my favorite, where I could connect myself with others who share common interests, but it wasn't enough. Soon I became sick and tired of the whole, "LGBT and Proud" phase that everyone went through. It became disgustingly overwhelmed with people claiming a sexuality or identity. They had claimed to be gay as easily it is for someone to buy a pack of gum. Genders and sexualities, preferences and identities were being tossed out onto the media for the mere idea of supporting the LGBT community, or to simply "fit in" with the "out" crowd.

Don't even get me started on the whole epidemic of "Why isn't there a White Straight American day?" Um, excuse me you idiotic excuse of a piss bucket, but I'm very preeettttttty sure that "White Straight American day" is every day.

Ah, memories of the once glorious era of Instagram comes to mind as I rethink the last two years of my life. I had accumulated over 50 thousand by the time I had moved on and removed myself from the industry. I had made some friends, and quite a few had managed to even snag my heart and remained friends with me to this very day. Some from the start, and others had trickled in like melting icicles into my life. But even with friendly interface, and a wonderful community, a huge aspect of Instagram that made me turn away, was the bullying.

Now you're wondering, "Bullying? But there's a report feature for that right?" The clear answer is yes, very obviously, there is something called reporting. But with the very expansive nature of Instagram, several things may go under the nose of the people who control what happens on Instagram.

The one instance I experienced was this whole situation of animal cruelty and abuse, under the profile of a person with the name Mr. Smiley. They had continuously posted unwanted photos of animals, big and small, being treated with an abusive nature.

One post, the only one I had seen, was a video of a hamster, or guinea pig. It had started with the poor animal inside a pot, with what seemed like oil-coated fur. The animal was scrambling around while the person behind was laughing. He had turned on the burner, and the animal had caught on fire. The cruel crying and screaming animal combined with the scurrying around the pot had been the most horrid thing I had watched within 5 seconds.

After that, the account was deleted within record time of somewhere clear of 30 minutes. I was relieved, but I was discouraged at how many copies of the account were made. I had given up on Instagram and Mr. Smiley's account that day, and I continued on my journey to another site where I could speak out.

Wattpad, was my refuge, my saving place, the one beacon of hope where I could let my writing skills and creativity flow with other young and old writers and readers. I loved this place and I had no problem with the site. Many had come to me for writing help, and I'll be glad to say that I was able to guide creative writers on the path to become authors of their own stories.

I would say the only problem that I had come across on Wattpad, was my own ego. Yes, yes, yes, and yes. Humans have been programmed to seek accomplishment, and the euphoria that comes with being noticed and praised for hard work. I was not getting the amount of attention I had been getting on previous sites and apps. I had searched online and began to go crazy why my stories had not exploded within the first day of being published. I was tearing through forums and comments to find out how to become "moderately noticed". In a moment of loss, I had given up. I had realized my story on the average teenage love was no match for the remixes of fanfiction x smut. My writing skills were too, "old fashioned" to please such young audiences that contained the same amount of lust that were found in prepubescent females and males.

I had no need to write smut, or to even read. I was welcome to continue with my tragic love story, but what use was it, if I had no readers telling me how to compose the story. A story would not be a story without any readers, so I had decided to leave it untouched, and moved onto a different sight. My head hung low, my tail between my legs, I had finally found my new love.

Blogger!

I had stumbled onto this site with the loss of three great websites burdened onto my back. I was a pack mule entering the last stage before death. I am determined to settle into this website and make myself a home within it. This site would be the nest of all my rage, discomfort, doubt, and occasionally happiness. I plan to stay here for a while and to entertain however many people decide to read and relate with my personality.

For now, goodbye. I plan to write at least 2 times a week, about very vague topics. I feel it's better to write about whatever your mind lets you, than to force creativity to my fingertips, only to produce handiwork that is much less valuable to me

Bless your day with Leo giving you a
well deserved farewell for being
able to stomach my writing.