Having once posted on this gopherhole several months ago, whereupon I
revealed some illicit drug use, I promptly decided to delete my post
and never speak of it again. A roaring success, as I'm sure you'd
agree. Why did I delete my post? The usual paranoia about posting
personal information about myself on the internet, even
pseudonymously, with a sprinkle of cowardice just for flavour. Having
gone without social media for over a decade, the thought of revealing
actual events that had happened in my life filled me with a sense of
a liberation and trepidation. The kind of wonderful duality that can
be typically be resolved by bathing in turpentine. Or failing that,
removing a post allowing thoughts once so publicly expressed to
dissipate into the ether. How I almost envy those so-called "normies"
who can can manage to post things about themselves without delving
into quasi-existenstial brainrot.
One metaphorical spirit-based dissolution of skin later, I'll
conclude this thought by saying I hope I that I develop the
confidence/discipline to write more regularly and post here. Maybe
beginning of the end of self-imposed digital solitude and embracing
the wonders of this medium, of the beautiful Gopherspace. In glorious
plain text of course. :)
