I will end you tonight. No, wait. That's not where the story starts. The story starts two and a half years before this, when Michelle (referred to as Michelle for legal reasons because SATAN was too heavily trademarked) reached out to me by Facebook. She mentioned that we played the same Facebook game and she wanted to say hi. I had never, in fact, even heard of the Facebook game. But I was freshly broken out of a relationship and she was pretty with a good body so I said "Hurr, okay." Conversation ensues. She tells me we came up in the same place. We did not come up in the same place. We spent one night in San Francisco talking. But I really wanted to sleep with her. So, "Hurr, okay." Fast forward a few months. I've left Missouri for the beautiful Pacific Northwest. I've settled into the ass end of Lynnwood, a suburb of Seattle. The apartment was so bad that the landlord wrote the mold on the wall off as "crayon coloring
There's a whole bunch of bad stuff out there, on the internet. Some will say that it should be taken down (censorship) while others will argue to let them stand (freedom of speech). Most of us trapped in the crossfire forget how much power we truly have. We don't have to watch. We don't have to tune in. We don't have to allow it into our minds, our lives, and our headspace. The greatest weapon the viewer/reader wields over the content creator is choice. People will always put out bad stuff. But you don't have to listen.