I am going to make it here! Why? BECAUSE I CAN!

When I first landed on Steemit, after a close friend told me about it ( Hive account@awaking ) , I really felt like an alien. Not only were most of the post jibberish to me, I also had no clue how the site was working. Did I look very impressive when I just stepped outside my Ufo, my hair perfect, green skin perfect, plump lips in a famous red color, in the first three hours on Steemit I became a monster!

My hair standing up straight pointing at the sky, my red lipstick no longer on my lips but all over my pretty alien face, my clothes torn apart so everyone could see my alien feet, and trust me you don't want to see alien feet, at least not mine. No, not because they are hairy, well they are but that is not the point. Anyways, I was a mess. I was totally lost BUT... And here we go, I made my first post. I posted one of the poems I had written and it made me feel so proud to see I got 4 likes.

After I made sure to look like a perfect little alien again, I started to make my way back to the feed, read a bit more, mostly read the introduction posts and I become more and more interested in Steemit. Like a good alien I started to stalk the feed and I found my self returning many a time to make a post or to read those of others. Honestly I have to say that most posts are still jibberish to me and when I read them I feel like I am lost in wonderland but the wrong kind of wonderland. You see, this alien has nothing with stocks and money. Sure we all need money to be able to live our lives but money is not what makes me, the wonderful, amazing, landed on the wrong planet alien, happy.

So most of the time when I am here on Steemit I feel like I am on some bad kind of LSD. A wrong drug that makes me trip like a mad lunatic and words start to dance before me on the screen. So, either Lsd has to go or I really need more sleep! Anyways, After a days I flipped!

OH YES I FLIPPED!

I wanted to scream, kick and burn everything down, get back into my ufo and fly back to my safe haven I call home. But what did I do? I did not fly home, oh no, I staid and made a fool out of myself and ranted! Funny fact about that RANT, the most likes I got were on said rant. So that made me wonder, maybe, just maybe I should become a professional ranter. The Alien Ranter! I think I lost the key to my beloved ufo that moment because no matter what I tried, I pulled, kicked, screamed the door would no longer open.

I calmed down for a few days and started to share my own written stories in pieces ( Fantasy/horror) because that is one thing I really love to do. And just at the moment I started to really feel at home, I found some people to follow along, stalk them if you like, I felt so calm, so happy and then BANG!!!!

OH YES I FLIPPED....... Again... I am useless when I pretend to be a calm alien.

Everything I read got to me, and I know I should not let all those thing get to me BUT they got to me and I exploded. Again I felt this weird sensation, the murderous hunger for a kill, the lust to sharpen my nails as sharp as razors and make everybody sit down and listen while I trail them over the school board. Oh yes my friends that is how low I sank. Bad alien, bad bad alien girl. So I ranted, again. But right after I did that I kinda saw the light. I think finally this whole new thing called Steemit settled in my alien brain.

But you can see the past of my short alien stay here on my feed/wall. You can read my moods in my post and I have to say that is a nice wake up call for myself. Of course, it's not always good to rant and throw all your dirty language on the street just to get it off your shoulders. Because one of the side effects is that you can never take it back. And in return of my rants my feed/wall/blog now shows that I have a serious case of fruit fly attention span alien brain. Lucky for me I am here now, on Steemit and no longer at my own planet because they have set the dead penalty on having a serious case of fruit fly attention span alien brain.

So after three week I am finally able to pull down my alien suit and start showing my human side, the true me. And I am sure that I am going to make it here! Why? Because I can and because I can I will! I might not get rich or get many votes/likes but I am no longer going to hide myself. I am going to post like I am used to posting and write in my own unique way.

So here I am, finally feeling at home at Steemit, no longer a alien but a wonderful, colorful and amazing guppy fish with a nasty bite! I might not have a famous face, nor am I well known around the stock world ( And I think they should be happy about that because money and me.....) but I am me. I am a writer who loves to write fantasy, fiction, and total bull shit because the one thing I do care for is to magically make a reader smile. I am no longer going to rant because I finally realize a site like Steemit needs time to settle before everything and anything will work like we all wanted, and that might never happen and that is okay as well.

It's called PROGRESS and today, well yesterday I found that within myself. And that is why I am going to make it!

Yours truly Poeticsnake alias guppyrainbow!