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Debrief

 I wish I had started this blog sooner. 

It’s an offload site for my random notes, brain splurges and stuff I want to share but don't know where. I promise to try to only offend people who deserve it. 

What inspired me to begin this is getting 1 hour banned and then immediately 24 hour banned from FakeBook because of their toxic controlling attitude toward freedom of speech which involves deciding random things break their vague Community Standards without letting us know specifically what those standards are. 

Everything I have reported to them that I found offensive has been supported by them and allowed to continue despite my finding it offensive. This left me feeling devalued as a person and valid member of the FakeBook community. Then they banned me twice in one day without explaining why. I had not even done anything antisocial nor amoral. 

I was attached to my bits of writing so I copy-pasted them here before FakeBook deleted my account altogether for no humane reason. Also it is for other people to decide whether what I wrote is offensive. I do not believe it is. I believe it is optimistic and sane despite it being outspoken. 

I began writing seriously twenty-five years ago ad a method of processing trauma. Once in that habit I continued. An element of that is throughout my writing. Other people have commented that my insight into sociology and psychology is helpful. 

My Notes app on my phone unfortunately can transfer files manually one at a time and not in bulk. I have at this time almost 13,000 notes going back over ten years. Not all of them are shops lists and some are full first draft novels as yet unpublished. Many are essays and a few are technically notes in the usual sense of the word. 

I endeavour to dedicate time to transferring them to this website. What has inspired me to do this is my main website received 80,000 views last month and 250 views within the first 36 hours of this month. I am not sure whether to trust Google Analytics. It seems unreal. 

Only a handful of people have ever contacted me regarding my blog posts and through it. Those individuals seem real people. The others are a statistic and possibly a glitch. I won’t let it boost my ego and go to my head. 

When I showed a small handful of people screenshots of the Statistics Page for that blog I watched their minds do some maths and reappraise me. They began treating me with respect I am unused to simply because a number in a screen changed their operating system. I’m a little afraid to be surrounded by people who function that way in their approach to socialisation. 

I much prefer intuitive with humanitarian ethics than those who like me more because they regard me as famous. Perhaps one day this will work to my advantage and I might get laid. Until then it’s just another internet bullshit. 

Anyway. Enjoy this blog site. It’s somewhere to put the things I don’t know where else to put them. 








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