On “Content” and “Consumers”

This video nails it. I just started to seriously pursue establishing my writing platform, to get known and liked and have people care about the things I write. The things I say.

Because I love to create.

Because I want to entertain.

But being at the bottom of a very, very, very large pole of established online “content”, it is feeling overwhelmingly hard to even bother. I want to set myself apart. I want to be something I have created. But I feel like all I can do is keep throwing more and more content out there, hoping to cause a small ripple in the sea of white noise. Maybe, if I write enough one-shot, forgettable but short-timed entertaining content, someone, somewhere will notice me.

Maybe not.

Watch this video. Think about it. The Internet is what’s entertaining us the most, every waking our of our lives these days. People–real people with hearts and brains and skepticism and faith and diversity and strength and sorrows are creating every bit and byte you consume–no–everything you enjoy. That moves you to tears. That makes you smile. That urges to explore.

That connects you, even if just for a brief moment, with the person on the other end creating these powerful little bits and bytes.

Support the art. Support the thing you love.

Share, like, subscribe, yell the IP off a fucking rooftop.

My Life With Celiac

I’ve been living around a gluten free lifestyle for several years now. But not because I’m on a special diet, or because of an allergy. I switched because, a few years ago, my girlfriend at the time has been diagnosed with Celiac’s disease. And even though this relationship didn’t last, fate wanted me to end up in a very serious relationship later with someone, who’s also a Celiac. I know, right.

Though, at first I didn’t even know what that diagnosis would mean, and when I heard that this “gluten” is commonly found in wheat, I thought what many others are thinking: How the hell are you supposed to live and enjoy life? That’s in everything, everywhere.

Truth is, it’s not. 
Read more at http://www.infobarrel.com/My_life_with_a_Celiac#puSrx2BUlXkltmw3.99

ChildBirth – Something For Every Man

One day, at the end of a long shift at work, a co-worker of mine told me that his wife is pregnant, and due any time now. Obviously, he was very excited and nervous about that.
Another colleague asked if he’s going to cut the umbilical cord himself. His answer was no, he doesn’t want to be around that at all.
He wasn’t arrogant about it, but rather he seemed uncertain. I could tell that the question has made him feel uncomfortable, and maybe he hasn’t even thought of it before.

I thought he didn’t want to deal with even the question itself, because he had simply no idea what that means. He’s a good guy, kind and funny, never says anything bad about anyone. I’m sure he’ll make a fantastic dad.

His reluctance to even get into this question, however, raised an important question for myself:
How involved should a man be with the birth of his children?

Read more at http://www.infobarrel.com/Childbirth_-_Something_For_Every_Man#xhb3sB3l8cRqf4Lc.99