Courageous Rolli
Thanks for your bravery Rolli, like Ann I am befuddled. I too love your “befuddled” comment. Thank you for having the courage to come out and talk about this, and to expose the blatant drug traffickers exploiting this writing platform to sell opiates and turn peoples lives into train wrecks. I appreciate it, this is a big and wonderful thing you have done.
It’s the bravery you revealed when you talked about dinner with your sister. When I read that post I knew there was something courageous and forthright in you. Your cartoons and the one liners that go with them are deeper than they seem. Thank you for having the guts to expose the drug pushers.
I’m befuddled because I’ve just experienced the worst month of my life.
Our 4th straight summer in drought and now 5 raging bushfires that have robbed my husband of family time and a holiday. We always go away for the summer at Christmas, but he’s had to put in 16 hour days to keep us and our home farm safe fighting endless little spot fires in old growth trees that won’t go out.
I’m also befuddled because I spent 3 days writing about kangaroos that are dying on my Australian property after our bushfires, wondering whether or not to put up pics of a fire-affected kangaroo, and I’ve not been given a single clap.
My facebook friends say: ‘how sad for you.’ My Twitter ‘friends’ say: ‘how dreadful for you’. But the stats say no one read my last post all the way through and the stats don’t lie.
Yes, I’m not only befuddled because I haven’t slept for more than 5 hours in every 30 for 4 weeks, I’m feeling sorry for myself because the best writing I’m capable of doesn’t interest anyone for more than 33 seconds of reading.
If I wasn’t already depressed with dying wildlife, I’ve had 2 bee swarms at the house, a heap of hornets buzzing around my head and attacking the dog, the roos; the sick wallabies. Also an ant house invasion all because the little beasties are starving for water. Yes, I’m having a good whine, but I figure nobody reads down this far because my writing isn’t good enough to sustain that kind of interest.
There’s nothing like a good vent is there?
Like Ann Frailey said, I’m befuddled that what I think is my best writing is ignored on other platforms and liked on this one or vice versa. Maybe if I had sick koalas on my property, someone might become engaged. I don’t have koalas though, just about 100 marsupials in three different varieties.
They are all at different stages of dying.
It took three days of my life to pen ‘Coughing Kangaroos’, editing for many hours. I wanted to tell the world about the plight of my own bushfires and the wonderful wallabies that come to my house to eat of my garden and drink of my water when there’s nothing left for them for miles. For 3 days only my friends and family have read my post, even then they only pretended to read my post because they think it might make me feel better to do so.
Oh, wow, I can’t feel sorry for myself any longer; someone actually clapped just now. That will make me feel better…
Two whole claps, that confirms I must be a shit writer.
Please excuse my despicable ‘UnMedium’ woe is me behaviour here.
I should delete this, but inspired by a wonderful guy called Rolli, I say stuff that. I’m putting it out there! And I promised I would never use an exclamation mark as well.
Befuddled is a top word, but I really am shit.
