^{Sure, I've taken some flak over the years. People can be harsh but none of that compares to how hard I am on myself. It's easy to blast someone then walk away, feeling great. Smash your brain with your own thoughts. No choice but to live with it after.}

I Remember

These days:

Those were both published somewhere around the middle of February, 2018. STEEM was worth about $4.50 back then.

See all those comments? The dollar value beside each post was organic as well.

I held on to the tokens I earned back then, just as I do now. It doesn't take a rocket scientist's assistant with a fancy calculator to know those posts are not worth anywhere near the dollar value shown, today.

Doesn't matter.

^{I still had fun.}

So did a lot of other people.

Up until recently, after those two posts linked above, the value placed on my posts, by the community, steadily declined. With a simple scroll through my blog, the proof is there for all to see. Much of that decline in post value was in tune with the decline in token value.

Some of that decline coincided with the fact it became more profitable to not vote for content and instead sell votes or delegate SP to a vote selling service. I'm one of the few content producers here who can actually say they felt the impact of that behavior from start to finish.

I said on numerous occasions, "I will not hold a grudge."

If someone is going to pay you more to not support my work, it only makes sense to see a decline in support, and that's what happened. I expected that to happen and carried on anyway.

Doesn't matter.

^{I still had fun.}

So did a lot of other people.

Producing content here and rolling with the punches, for as long as I have, has been one of the most challenging experiences of my life.

The money fucks with your head. Some of the people fuck with your head.

It's really hard to talk about.

Walking on eggshells.

Damned if you do and damned if you don't.

You can entertain many people right out in the open, in front of everyone. You can be as legit as humanly possible, knowing full well your every move is locked away into a block, forever, and can't be reversed. That's not enough. Someone will come along, ignore all the facts, and toss you under that bus.

That's what makes them happy.

So you'll need a thick skin.

^{Let it bounce off.}

None of it matters if you're having fun.

All of those who are just here to talk shit, they don't matter.

I'm down to about one argument per week, here. That's pretty damn good, for me.

I've written a few posts in the past about my experience here. Sometimes people come along and say something along the lines of, "Damn, dude. This shit you said gives me hope."

Of course they'll use more sophisticated words but whatever, at the time of writing, I had no idea whatever the hell I'd be saying that day would resonate with anyone.

I think it would be awfully selfish of the haters out there to think their words should be more worthwhile to me than the words of the appreciators.

I hear it all, and I listen to it all. So I guess it's up to me to decide who to listen to and I say I'm my own worst enemy.

Since one of my biggest haters thinks everyone who comes here to my blog to have some fun or say something nice is just me talking to myself with alt accounts, I'll listen to myself, which is you, since you're me, and of course I don't really mind what I'm reading most days, because you said it, as me, or something, if that makes sense.

Doesn't matter.

^{I still had fun.}

So did a lot of other people.

And since nothing up there makes sense, here's this:

^{The Nonsensical Award}

_{We win again!}Have a nice day.

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