Well, you don’t have to unlike me if you don’t want to. Actually, please don’t unlike me. I’m sorry for the outburst. Dammit. Let’s start over.
I have a feeling that you had no clue what you were getting into when you pushed the little thumbs up button for The Insurgent Capitalist. All you saw was that one article from the guy who was bitching about leaving his old job. You liked the article. So you liked the page. But you didn’t really know what The Insurgent Capitalist was all about. It’s OK. I get it.
To tell you the truth, I didn’t know what I was getting into either. All I knew at the time was that I liked the name and thought it might look sweet on a t-shirt. And then, you know, profit. I hadn’t quite connected all the dots yet.
So let’s come clean with each other. If we are going to make this work, we have to reach an understanding. I want you to keep liking The Insurgent Capitalist for what it is. If you don’t like it, let’s take a break. It’s OK. It’s not you. It’s me.
Here’s a little background on this ‘unlike’ outburst. You see, the digital age has a lot going for it. With social media, it’s easier than ever to reach out, stay connected, hold hands with the world, sing kumbaya, etc, etc, blah, blah. The downside of the internet is, well… it’s an addictive waste of f-ing time. How many countless hours of my life do I whittle away thumb-sliding through the latest posts on Facebook or Twitter. The answer is too damn many. The shit is like crack. You know it. I know it. Mark Zuckerberg knows it. The world knows it.
A.D.D. tangent time: I went dark on social media for a few years. I’ll be honest, it didn’t curb my internet intake one bit. It was just… redirected. For example, I started reading the news more. I gotta tell you, that is even more depressing than Facebook. At least Facebook has The Ultimate Fails compilations, Ozzy Man Reviews, and those videos of people running into closed glass doors. Those are all preferred over overhyped, repetitive media stories. Anyway back to how the internet sucks.
The internet also sucks because it gives instant gratification (or the opposite… let’s call it “instant desolation”) in the form of feedback. Feedback such as likes, shares, pokes, touches, light fondling, heavy petting, etc. Those can both be good things when you’ve gone viral and are basking in the adoration of the masses. It is mind-poison when no one is reading. Instant desolation. Instant desolation is a difficult place for the insecure writer.
So here I am, chasing likes and comments and attention like every other blogger in the blogosphere. I have this mental image of me jumping up and down screaming “Hey, stop what you are doing and look at me!,” like a kid pestering a parent for attention. Attention-seeking is a bad state of mind. That is the place where fake news and pandering reside. That’s the place where writers start trying to guess what the reader wants to read.
But do you know what? I have no f-ing clue what you want to read. And sorry to be an ass, but I really don’t care. I want to write what I want to write. I’ll write to you. You are my muse, after all; my imaginary audience that loves and agrees with everything I conjure. But while I write ‘to’ you, I will write ‘for’ me. I hope that’s OK. If it’s not, well, you know where the unlike button is.
So, dear reader, what you will get if you continue to dance with me is a weekly stream of my conscious thought distilled into words. Here are some things that I am working on or projects that I am considering: Economics for the Common Man, The Gospel of the Side Hustle, Playtime for Entrepreneurs, etc. That’s the theme of the Insurgent Capitalist: economics, business, freedom, America, sometimes politics (where it collides with economics), and the like.
Whether any of those actually make it to prime-time is a guess. Projects come and go. But you get the point: economics, business, etc. Oh, and the Insurgent of the Week. Because I like that angle and writing profiles allows me to meet interesting people.
If none of those things interest you. Or if the thoughts and opinions of The Insurgent Capitalist’s deranged mind are boring, then I get it. It was nice to be with you while it lasted. Have a nice life. Is it OK if I date your friends?
Thanks for reading,