A Girl Broke Up With Me Because Of Medium!
And a few other stories as I reach eight years on the platform…
Happy 8th Medium birthday to me! This is my most random ever story. This is probably as close I’ll ever get to blogging on Medium, so don’t expect much, lower your expectations to below racoon’s ass and perhaps just enjoy my monologue reminiscing about eight years of writing on Medium — the good, the bad and the whatever else there is. At this point, I’m both enthusiastic and jaded, warm and fecking cold as ice. I know what I like, and I know what I hate from the deepest corners of my liver. I think it’s called being a grown-up or something… Dunno, you tell me.
I’m winging “adulting”. Aren’t we all?
As it stands, the platform is akin to a giant pile of electronic rubbish. Now, before you feel your feathers ruffled, take a step back and think again. It’s a clever enough metaphor, you’ll see. The thing with electronic rubbish is that on the surface it looks like rubbish, but those who know what to look for, find precious metals, valuable data and heck, even money if they stumble upon someone’s crypto-wallet. Medium has a lot of gold, but much of it is hidden to the naked eye. If you happen to follow the wrong people or publications, you’ll end up in an incredibly rotten place of endless how to make money articles written by people who only ever made money from selling how to make money stories.
If I see another story that sells financial freedom and hope, I’m going to hurl. If have to scroll away from yet another article bragging about their monthly income, I’ll pop a vein in the forehead. None of these are inspiring. They’re cheap and tell nothing new. The endless strategies posted by writers less than a year old, I find downright offensive. It’s like consulting on city architecture in your first year of college. Anything you can and will say, will likely be wrong. Why bother? Which gets me to what Medium was about eight years ago, and believe it or not, still is — democratising publishing and free speech.