“My Life, 500 Words at a Time.”

I wrote this months and months ago in another life but by all things scribed from your hero with time, the seasoning is still pleasening. TOT featured me and asked me a few questions along with that piece of which they wrote their own very flattering RTM kudos profile (scroll below the video for a refresher). Here is one of the questions I fleshed out a retort on. I’ll share the others in a separate post to not overwhelm you all at once by. Less is more.

xo Raymbot.

Do I look like a genie in this hat?

As a dedicated blogger, you live in the public eye. What is it like to have your entire life on display? What does it feel like to feel compelled to update your readers on your private moments on a daily basis? You are your own paparazzi. What are the ups and downs of sharing your most intimate moments with everyone? We’d love to hear what you think about your day-to-day.

It feels great (most times) to live life on display, it’s instant gratification on attention I’ve demanded, commanded. It can get a bit speedy at times when I’m doing a lot of events and projects at once plus trying to cover it all on my blog and maintain a semblance of me-time. Of recent however, I’ve slowed down on my content output timing it with the change of season from winter to summer (kind of how it is in Toronto with no spring in-between) because a lot of people get busy now. They go out more and surf online less. I’m trying to make a healthy balance and I had a schedule I stuck to of doing one thing every other day as a means to not let content stack up and overwhelm me as it is at the moment but that’s life and it’s good to keep busy. I try to keep my private stuff private because bloggers seem to do more of that lately but also because trolls and haters and those with no lives feed off scraps of personal information like parasites you cannot be rid of. I created a monster with my lust for traction and infamy and I got what I wished for so now “every little thing” is juicy and with almost 12 years of footprints and tracks behind me, my readers can read between lines, assume ghosts that are not (or are) there about me and my comings and goings, demanding information like it’s a right. No matter what I do next THEY WILL ALWAYS KNOW. It feels. Hahhaa. It’s fun, I can toy with it, fuck with them, script my own life, detail my destiny and construct the final picture in this certain scope that is unique and entertaining, even to myself. I am in love with sharing I am in love with life first and foremost and that shows. It’s only the ego and that of others that ruin everything. The only downside to sharing your everything with everyone is if or when I get fat and old, but that’s it. It’s my vanity that will take the hit but I know I will always be beautiful in some capacity so I don’t care. I don’t tend to worry about the future because I like living in the now and I take things one day at a time. I don’t do more than I can handle, I don’t blog and spin my wheels like crazy and use every internet platform there is to get people to love me. I am patient and calm and I know that they will come, it will come. Not to sound like a wizard but I feel the times they are a changin’ (Bob Dylan) and I like it. I am about to dump my life on its head again and it feels good.