Thoughts On: Toxicity and the demise of Prosebox in Everything Else

Really one and the same for me. I tend to follow people who annoy the shit out of me. It is kind of masochistic really. I find people who may seem interesting and then after a while I realize all they do is bitch about how hard their life is. Guess what Monkey? Everyone’s life is hard. The hardness of life is a very subjective thing. So when someone like me reads a person like…XX…they tend to get pissed off because as an objective outside, your life doesn’t suck that much. You are able to have/do things that others don’t/can’t (I am looking at you women who complain about how horrible pregnancy is. As a woman who cannot experience pregnancy, you are considered some of the most ignorant beings on earth). Also, you made your choices. So if you choose to be a stay-at-home-mom, you really have no room to complain about not having money or that your husband/partner wants to rest when he/she gets home from work. See…toxicity in Boxlandia.
As an aside, can I just say how unfair it is that I do not get an “earned income credit” for NOT having children and contributing to the national debt by sucking off the system! I can’t even claim head of household. Single, childless, working people get fucked!

A lot of what I consider to be the toxicity in my life is social media based. It is so refreshing when you are able to let go of a person, that you don’t even know!. When you are afraid you are going to roll your eyes one to many times and they will be permanently in the back of your head, you know it is time to get rid of the trash! Boxlandia and its predecessor Open Disaster turned me on to a lot of dipshits over on the Instagram. Yes, I am that person that likes to put “the” in front of things. Fucking sue me. It is better than spelling borrow with an “a”.

By the way, next time I see someone on the Facebook asking to “barrow” some money I am posting this:

Definition of BARROW

a male hog castrated before sexual maturity

Definition of BORROW
1a : to receive with the implied or expressed intention of returning the same or an equivalent
b finance : to borrow (money) with the intention of returning the same plus interest

because that is how annoyed I am with people who won’t do anything for themselves. These same fuckers will get on the Facebook and ask for a phone number. They can’t even type in ACME, phone number in a fucking search engine. Or even in THE FACEBOOK itself!

Lost myself there for a minute. I am basically at the point in life where I am too young to let things just roll off my back and not say anything and too old to not say anything and allow this fuckery to go unrecognized. It happens when you hit a certain age. It creeps up on you and you just realize you have hit that same point your mom hit. The only difference is there wasn’t social media or the internet when my mom hit that point. That lucky lucky woman!

Is it a surprise that Boxlandia is shutting down? Nope! Kind of saw that coming with the last big outage and Bruce Jr. said he didn’t have time to code or whatever kind of bullshit he spewed. I posted on the Boxlandia Facebook comments that his line about this being his “hobby” and him not expecting it to last five years. Are you fucking serious dude? You created Boxlandia as an answer to Open Disaster sinking faster than the Titanic. You knew the outrage, you actively recruited people to join and you didn’t expect it to last? How long did Open Disaster last? Sure, you didn’t sell subscriptions, but you still took on this “hobby” and then you abandoned it like Bruce did when it got too hard. And you give a whopping 20 days notice? And half the people probably still have not read that notice because a) the site is dragging ass and b) who really reads shit from the Admin? Why did I read it? Don’t really know, just a feeling I guess.

I am not downloading my books because I don’t fucking care and I am not in need of another fetid pile of burning rubble like the Open Disaster download was/is. I am done with online journaling. It is too dangerous in this day and age. A place where they say your stuff is private, but it’s not. Anyone can get it if they work hard enough and want it bad enough. Hell Homeland is probably as frustrated with half of these people as I am. You run the risk of talking about someone and them finidng out or your employer and the next thing you know you are trying to get pregnant with quintuplets so you can get EIC and life off the GOV for the next 18+ years (+ if your offspring have offspring that they don’t want to take care of). (#+ believe me I know people who do this).

Here is a question for you…If the Internet ended tomorrow, would you really be that upset? I’m not talking instantly because there are a lot of people whose initial reaction would be to jump off a bridge. Several thousand people would need some sort of sedative/anxiety medication. Preppers would be running to their bunkers with their 30 year old cans of beans and homemade pee distilleries. But, down the road, when you got used to the idea of no social media, no immediate access, how upset would you really be? I had the absolute privilege of being alive and growing up before the internet came into play. I know how to use a card catalog, read a paper book, write with a pen and paper. I know how to work a VCR and DVD player. I can use a pay phone (if they are still in existence). I can eat a meal without checking my phone. I knew a time pre-Kardashian and pre-sex tapes and it was a magical time. I had to actually get my homework done, that I had to write down in a notebook, not have my mom get it online for me, all before my favorite show came on so I could watch it and not have to hope it re-ran during the summer or I had to program the VCR taking into account clock differences and buffer several minutes before and after and hope nobody wanted to use the television. No DVRs, no Netflix or Hulu. Don’t get me wrong, I love watching my shows the next day or when I have time because I am busy adulting, and because I cut that cable cord years ago, but I could manage. I would probably read a lot more than I do now, I would not be as jaded as I am by instant access to news. News would actually be news and reporters would actually have to do more than wait for TMZ and Twitter feeds to update. People would have to think and ask questions. Our president would not be in dick measuring contests with other foreign leaders. Nobody would be hacking facebook ads in an attempt to sway voters. Fewer car wrecks because maybe text messaging would end too. Families would talk at dinner instead of IMing each other. Libraries would have a resurgence and Blockbuster would be back in business. We could have actual newsstands again. And maybe my local paper wouldn’t be a giant shit show of overpriced and underproduced advertisements. We would be surprised when something happened on a favorite show because we weren’t spoiled because of different time zones. It could be this magical utopia of simplification. Bullies would have to actually stand up and be counted instead of hiding behind facebook and twitter handles. Police could actually take a celebrities’ mug shot without having to call in Annie Leibowitz. I would not have to know what truffle butter is. There would be no cewebrities and it would be fucking amazing if some dickhead with an iPhone didn’t make more than a teacher by doing stupid shit like their hair and makeup on Youtube. You wouldn’t be tricked into spending $80+shipping on a “handcrafted) item on Etsy (in China by a five year old). Sigh…the good old days.