Hasta La Vista Baby: I Felt At First You'd Done Me Wrong ~ I Realize Now You've Set Me Free

By: Christon

There are a bunch of platforms out there but the one I choose was SubStack. I learned a lot and certainly could not have done this without first having done that. But for whatever reasons, my writing there was universally ignored. Never one to hang out where I'm not welcomed, I wanted to assure everyone I was leaving, and I would not be back.

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I’m shutting this down after the election, when I return. I’m off to Costa Rica till the early part of February. I’ll have my laptop of course but felt inspired to write this one last piece now.

After graduating high school, I went into the Air Force (I was not yet 16) to help my mom out with my baby bother Troy. So, I’ve lived around and very much nJoyed meeting and getting to know all sorts of people. I go out of my way to be polite and nice. Most are more than happy to respond in kind, relieved in fact. I’ve rarely found anyone to be intentionally rude, not to me, there really is no reason. This has been completely unique.

It’s like I moved to a neighborhood and all the other residents just pretended I wasn’t even there, for an entire year. It’s been surreal. I realize now what I mistakenly assumed would be an outstretched hand of welcome, has in fact revealed itself to be little more than the middle finger.

Turns out, i aint all that after all. At least not anymore. And I'm probably not even a very good writer to boot.

Reminding me mostly, the unkindest lies are always the ones we tell ourselves. And an unexamined life, of course, is not worth living so... Great 2 know such things going forward. Good 4 me, I say.

Although I have not the same need for people as others, a minimum level of social grace would have been nice, none the less. I thought I'd joined a coven of writers. But it was never necessary. I'm Gonna Still Keep Singing My Songs, Channeling My Words & weaving my tales irrespectively. I'll just do so somewhere else.

So thanks, substack community, for forcing i face facts by making me feel so universally unwelcomed I had to gather my quills and just leave. I could have easily hung my head, tucked my tail & done so quietly, I guess, can only imagine u would have liked, much preferred even... But where's the fun in that? ツ

I read the piece about the overwhelming support and preferences given to the right-wing authors and all the nazis here. But I won’t be writing one of my own. I’ve better things to do than hate the hateful or those who only traffic in it for profit.

Be awesome & never look back. You already know what’s behind you. Leave It There

But moreover, my life is near perfect. I can do everything or be anywhere on this big blue marble anyway I desire. I’ve only run out of reason to any longer even want to be here, at all. Aren’t ya glad I’ve never been one of ‘those people’ who requires something of others? What I need I already have most things I want I can well afford to buy and that which I am unable to purchase or procure by any other means, I create, poof, from nothing.

You are little less than a dust distorted rapidly receding image in the rearview of my mind's eye. I’m already speeding away hard-top down in my rocket blue Aston Martin convertible. And I’m not even mad at ya. I’ll never understand why everyone in this country seems suddenly to think someone else owes them anything.

Or why any amount of time is spent wasted waiting with your Hand Out, when you'd be so much better served using that same hand to get shit done, for yourself. This is America, the land of opportunity, only it's dressed up and looks a little too much like hard work, in this era where some of its cowardly citizens are so passively pussy, they even quit quietly.

Scapegoating the 'other' blaming making excuses and whining incessantly when they should be could very well be deserving of by taking responsibility 4 happiness that could so easily be theirs. If only complaining weren't so much easier than actually doing the work well instead. Denial was never just a river in Egypt. And blaming everyone who is not them, for their own lazy entitled cowardice has only grown in popularity.

Do Your Own Thang, I say. Build Your Own Shit. Be Better. It's always their loss. You Are Awesome ~ never look back. You already know what’s behind you. Leave It There.

I sincerely wish for you and all the other writers here only beautiful things. Because that’s the man I am. And you can only transmit, who you are inside.

I am GenX. When God closes a door in my life, I don’t whine complain or find another someone else to blame. I don’t even indulge alternative means of finding escape. I Kick That Door Down flicking a match lit as I saunter through & Never Look Back.

Have fun with those newsletters. May Your Subscribers Always & Only Be Paid. And no worries, no one will probably ever read or even see any of this anyway.  ツ 

Namasté

           ​Christon