Hasta La Vista SubStack: Creating My Own Platform ~ Never Looking Back

I needed to create a body of work for my graduate school submission. There are a bunch of platforms out there but the one I choose was SubStack. I learned a lot and I certainly could not have done this without first having done that. But for whatever reasons, my writing there was universally ignored. Never one to hang out where I'm not welcomed. I wanted to assure everyone I was leaving, and I would not be back ツ

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I’m shutting this down after the election, when I return. I’m off to Costa Rica till the end of November. I’ll have my laptop of course but felt inspired to write this one last piece now.

I went into the Air Force when I was not yet 16 to help my mom out with my baby bother Troy. So I’ve lived around and very much nJoyed getting to know all sorts of people. I go out of my way to be polite and nice. Most are more than happy to respond in kind, relieved in fact. I’ve not really found anyone in all my 58 years to be intentionally rude, not to me. This has been completely unique.

It’s like I moved to a neighborhood and all the other residents just pretended I wasn’t even there. It’s surreal. I realize now what I mistakenly assumed would be an outstretched hand of welcome, has in fact turned out to be just the middle finger. If I'm honest the novelty of being so resoundingly rejected is kinda cool. Having lived life by any measure quite vigorously already, I didn't think there were any new experiences left. Good 4 me, I say.

So thanks, substack community, for making me feel so universally unwelcomed I had to gather my quills and just leave. I read the piece about the overwhelming support and preference given to the right-wing authors and all the nazis here. But I won’t be writing one of my own. I’ve better things to do than hate the hateful or those who just traffic in it for profit.

But moreover, my life is near perfect. I can do and be anywhere in the world I desire. I’ve only just run out of reason to any longer even want to be here. Aren’t ya glad I’ve never been one of ‘those people’ who requires anything of others? What I need I already have anything I want I can well afford to buy and what I can’t buy I can create, poof, from nothing.

You are just another soon to be rapidly receding image in my rear-view mirror. I’m already speeding away top down in my convertible Aston Martin. And I’m not even mad at ya. I’ve never understood why anyone in this country thinks everyone else owes them. This is America. The land of opportunity, only it's dressed up and looks a little too much like hard work, for most it seems.

Do your own thang, I say. Be Better. Build Your Own Shit. Be awesome and never look back. You already know what’s behind you. Leave it there.

I sincerely wish for you and all the other authors here only beautiful things. Because that’s the man I am. And you can only transmit, who you are inside.

Turns out in the end, like everything else in my life, this too was just another steppingstone elevating me even higher. Without this experience, I may never have created & launched a platform of my own. So again, Thanks SubStack!

I am GenX. When God closes a door in my life, I don’t whine complain or look 4 someone else to blame. I don’t even indulge alternative ways of finding escape. I Kick That Door Down flicking a match lit behind me as I saunter through & Never Look Back.

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Namasté

           ​Christon ツ