We made it Voyeurs, it’s a brand new year. The run up to Christmas was a bit of a whirlwind and I have that weird feeling where it’s like you’ve lost time. Time which you’ll recover and recollect at a later date, but not quite be able to recall exactly when it was. It’s been a weird one for many reasons, probably way too many to list but I’ll give it a go. First up, I lost a friend to suicide right before Christmas and had no idea that he was in a place where he felt that was his only option. I’ve felt sad. Very sad, but also conflicted over whether I have the right to feel as sad as I do given that I hadn’t actually seen him in the two months leading up to him taking his life. It’s a strange, odd feeling when something like this happens, and it genuinely took me six days to believe it had actually happened – like my brain just refused the information. Made worse, by the fact that I wasn’t in the North East when the funeral took place just a couple of days before Christmas which left me feeling like the shittest friend ever.
Another thing that’s been grinding my gears is the silent trolling. I’m constantly reported to FaceBook by some dickheads on my friends list who seem to have an infatuation with my face. I say this because that’s what’s being reported, pictures (mainly) of my face, and the odd gym selfie too. FaceBook has an automated system that bypasses human intervention if an image if reported as violent or pornographic and yeah, you guessed it Voyeurs, my face has been reported as being pornographic – a whopping 116 times in 2017. Here’s a small selection of the images which are bothering my superfan…
I don’t know, I guess maybe they really love my lips and just want them all to themselves. Well you can’t so fuck off and grow up – pornography this ain’t.
There are people out there who don’t like me. That’s ok, I’m fine with that, I don’t set out to create a universal appeal, there will always be people who don’t like me. The problem is when those people who don’t like me, choose to keep looking for me, then it becomes something other than just dislike, it morphs into a twisted obsession where people wish bad things would happen to you.
You know my story, I worked full time in a job I loved until that was no longer viable for my family circumstances. Blogging became an outlet for me and then after that, a job. I don’t report to anyone. I write about the things I like and the things that make me happy, I turn down more work than you’ll ever know because I like to keep my integrity intact – yes, I’m a Blogger who makes money, on my own terms, writing about the things I like and the things that fit my vibe and occasionally referring you on to buy something you’ve spotted here and like the look of. I’m doing nobody any harm, I’m not trolling anyone and not speaking ill of anyone, I’m too old and sensible for that bollocks. I’m a private person, what you think you know about me most likely is not true, unless you’ve heard it from me. I love seeing what other Bloggers and Influencers are up to and anyone who knows me knows that I champion success in the industry, especially if it’s local to me. I don’t pick fights with other people, I save that for the boxing ring, but even the most resilient of minds weakens once in a while so just know that the (bullshit) words that are said about me from time to time and the venom spat about my disabled son, they do bother me. Sometimes. But despite that, I still think the people responsible are simply obsessed wankers.
So, I’m not a one for big New Year speeches, in fact I’m not a one for New Year anythings. I kind of figure that if you don’t learn from your mistakes, the newest year, whichever year it might be, will never be the thing you wish for at the stroke of midnight on New Year’s Eve. If you’re posting about how the new year will be better than the previous, or that bullshit saying about a book having 365 blank pages or whatever it is, then you need to make sure you take a serious look at how you behaved in the previous year and learn and grow from the things you did and weren’t proud of. I don’t make resolutions but if 2018 had a theme? I guess for me it would be the year of no bullshit. If you’re being a dick, stop it. There’s no simpler recipe for success.