To be precise, it was December 7th, 2016.

Now

^{I don't know about you folks...}

But for me, back in those early days, every post I produced and published was intended to be 'the best thing ever.'

I wanted to wow my readership with my every word. All twenty of them.

These days I know better. What was my best then, is my worst, now.

Any fucking normal person on the planet would probably be embarrassed if they had a blog like mine. Any normal human being would probably go back in time, and delete every last word.

I mean, I had no problem deleting something like five years worth of drunken rants and mayhem on Facebook:

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You're all a bunch of fucking losers with your selfies and fake smiles! Everyone knows you're on cocaine, Justin! I dare you to admit it on here you fucking poser! New girl every weekend? Those are escorts! You fuck escorts for 'likes'!

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That was me.

^{Needless to say, I don't have many friends anymore.}

But I digress. This is supposed to be a post about a post.

Earlier today I was feeling a little down in the dumps. I was working feverishly on a new post intended to be humorous but the jokes weren't clicking.

Mr. Himself was to make another appearance but I ended up scrapping the entire project. Decided to browse the blockchain. Was on the hunt for something funny to cheer me up. Couldn't find anything entertaining aside from a few comments that triggered me to leave dumb jokes:

I will never be able to explain why I leave such nonsense around people arguing about "more important things" or whatever — but I do.

Once I noticed my little one liners left here and there weren't triggering much of a response, because everyone was too busy arguing, I decided to take a trip down memory lane.

My blog is crammed with randomness and nearly every thought that ever came to mind while behind a keyboard over the span of many years. I'd like to say no brain cells went to waste but to the untrained eye, I have a feeling those looking back at my history here might think I don't even have a brain cell.

To be honest, those people are probably right. I look back at that mess and can't even remember making some of it.

Take this for instance:

As you can clearly see, I'm already off to a great start here.

That was the headline greeting any potential new follower and/or curator. What was I thinking...

When I showed up on the scene here, it seemed like everyone was a philosopher. Intelligent. Articulate. Perfectionists. Full of shit.

Someone like Dan Larimer would write an essay. The comment section would be jammed with people trying their hardest to stand out, sound smart, and get his attention. Of course, he'd trend and make the big bucks. Others would emulate that style. They'd get the big votes. Quite the clique.

Steemit cheerleader posts were everywhere. Some of those would make the big bucks. More would emulate that style.

Anarchy, activism, posts of a political nature, and of course crypto. That stuff was everywhere and everyone was an expert.

I nearly became an emulator.

At first I thought, the only way to get attention and make money here was to follow their lead.

After about two weeks I decided to be myself. I won't even try to explain what that is. It's up to you to decide, I guess. All I really know for sure is I ended up tapping into a market that barely existed here at the time.

Every post became an experiment.

I wanted everything to be as ridiculous as I could possibly make it, all while trying to break down a huge barrier. It seemed like anything that was a little bit different, humorous, and smothered with rookie mistakes was immediately written off as a shit post.

So of course I'm only going to earn sixty-five cents for:

An Accurate Account of Events

The first time I saw her, I was mesmerized. Her walk, that focused gaze, the way she would mingle with her friends, all of this intrigued me. I knew right then and there, she was the one.

We lived in the same building. Always perched up on my balcony, observing the world from my comfort zone, I'd constantly see her coming and going. She seemed very busy, I could tell she wasn't held back by anything, or anyone.

On a few occasions I thought about timing things so we'd meet up... but I could never break out of my cage. Somehow, all of this admiration made me nervous. I didn't trust myself enough to leave a good first impression. I used to rehearse how I'd handle the situation if we somehow did cross paths, how lame is that.

A Fire Started to Burn Within

Knowing I'd probably never get the chance, fearing the opportunity, and always feeling so trapped, I gave up. I'd still watch though.

Some of my friends would come over to hang out with me, we'd chill and do whatever. On multiple occasions, they'd noticed how I'd become distracted from our conversations. I wasn't doing a good job of hiding it. If she showed up, all of my focus went to her. They figured it out and encouraged me to just get up and go.

One of my more adventurous friends, a little guy, full of piss and vinegar, insisted it would be easy. To prove his point, he swooped in. She growled at him and started taking violent swings in his direction. Nobody expected that, he probably needed help. We all started laughing.

Then She Started Eating Him

I couldn't handle it anymore. Enough was enough. I should have known this would happen. I saw how she used to look at my friends.

With a little help, I broke out of my cage and took to the air. I had not used my wings like this in quite some time, but it's just like riding a bike, you never forget.

She didn't even see me coming. My nose dive was one for the history books and I was hungry.

Then This Happened

Right. So my pecker was actually stuck in the tree stump but some of pussy's fur went down with it. We both fought and swore at each other for nearly one half of an hour. I'm still angry with my friends for standing there and doing nothing but take photos.

My human eventually came out to save the day. My pecker has healed, so I'm happy about that. The pussy and I became the best of friends, though her freedom does bother me, especially when I'm hungry. We did promise to never eat each other.

The End

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Terrible writing!

^{So many mistakes.}

Yet I can't help but laugh at myself.

I needed that today. A good laugh and then realizing, after all this time, I've improved quite a bit, and I did end up accomplishing something, eventually. Probably failed more times than some have even tried.

Thanks for the memories.

Have a nice day.

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