I have no idea what's going on - that towel from South Park
Hi.
I'm 
Two months later and Steemit is my internet. When I browse, it's to find out stuff for a Steemit post. When I go on Instagram, it's to look at cool pics that might look good in a Steemit post.
Things are getting weird in a good way as I find myself in community after community, swept along in a deluge of fun and seriousness. Serious fun. Because hell yeah we like the money!
Yet the community, the we're-all-this-together camaradrie, is like nothing I have ever felt online. The likes of 
... I have failed at so many things. In that vein, Steemit feels like ... like coming home. It is the place my entire life has been preparing me for (my encyclopediac knowledge of Hollywood action movies and 90s-to-mid-00s-video-games, the hopeless internet addiction, the reading Frederick-Forsyth's-Dogs-of-War and the entire Christian Bible in primary 3 (or maybe it was 4? ðŸ’)
HAVE I MENTIONED THAT ONE DAY WHEN I AM A WHALE THAT I WILL MAKE THE NOPICTURES TAG HAPPEN? BECAUSE YEAH, I'M GOING TO DO THAT.
I said once that Steemit is the best way of turning literacy into lucre that currently exists. You apply mind to matter and money falls out. Of course, without heart and soul, it won't be a lot of money.
More importantly, no one will care -- unless you do. Until you do.
This has been a cynically rambling yet hopefully yearning entry for 
PS
Did you learn anything from this? My battery's on 13% and I am like 3/4 asleep right now so Idunno how coherent any of ... all that was. Steemit is a place without lies which means it must therefore be a place of forgiveness. So forgive these trespasses against good writing and common sense; we know not what we don't do.