I last wrote in this blog on March 25th. I had been writing pretty regularly, like once a week. Then at the suggestion of one of my writer group members, I decided to sign up for a paid membership to Medium.com. I believe it was the wrong decision for me. Fortunately the investment was only $50 and the fee will allow me to read anything and everything on the site and also help other writers (for pennies a story) when I read and engage with what they write.
So far, I am less than thrilled. To be honest, almost every article follows a format that I now understand is meant to “capture” the algorithm to boost the author’s ability to get paid by enticing readers to click on them and read for at least 5 seconds. Really? Is that what it’s come to? Lots of readers, in an effort to help writers get some income, click on to article after article – not necessarily reading or getting anything out of them. That is so sad. I am really so disillusioned I no longer sign in every day. Do you know how many platforms are out there? So little time and so much to read. And then of course, we have real life to live too.
When Elon Musk declared his intention to purchase lots of Twitter, I quit the platform. I have gained a few hours in my day, time I could spend writing. I haven’t been writing that much more but I can honestly say that I have devoted some of that time to getting rid of paper clutter, not just moving the piles from one place to another! I feel good about that. Elon and Twitter got some negative feedback, now he feels like changing his mind. What can we say?
A few weeks ago, I received a friend request on Insta from a currently-popular actor whose posts I have often responded to. I don’t know how I could have entertained the idea that this request really came from this actor…I now suspect it came from my ex-husband who was a master stalker and even 38 years after our divorce continues to turn up mysteriously every year like that odd sock or bad penny regardless of the fact that we have had no communication since before our divorce. At first, I was flattered, probably on a day I had too much Chivas! I responded positively to the friend request and began to receive DM’s. The age difference between this actor and me is about 25 years (me his senior). He is married, has a career, has a child. What had I been thinking? Of course, this could not possibly be the real person, on location in an exotic place, DM’ing me? Come on. After I got over my embarrassment at having made such a colossal mistake, I unfriended the impostor and deleted our exchange (well, as much as one can these days). I continued to follow the actor’s verified account but this incident has left a bad taste in my mouth and I no longer engage.
Two days ago, I received another friend request from purportedly the same actor but with another account name. I blocked and deleted the request. I thought about reporting these two accounts but don’t want to devote any more time than writing about it here for mental health. I have recently admitted to myself (at 66!) that I have been a victim of narcissistic personality disorder abuse at various stages in my life. I have a pattern of letting people take advantage of me. My solution has been to become close to only a very limited circle which includes my second (and last!) husband, our amazing children and a few friends. It is a very sad admission but I feel that finally attaching a label to the behavior is a way that I can begin to heal and see whether or not in my remaining 30 years (God willing!) I can enjoy a life free from the toxicity of these bullies. I am very close to eliminating my Insta account too because I am being bombarded with way too many ads that target my interest in weight loss and well-being by suggesting liposuction, intermittent fasting, keto diets, etc. In other words, I feel like my ex-husband is not the only stalker. Who needs that?