I hate bots, digital oppression and some mad buggers wall
In the digital age, life used to be a lot better. These days, you have to really be special to get found, read, or anyone to listen to you. There are so many writers these days, it is like a flood of text upon our screens. There is however another problem.
The search engines, and all the digital social media sites these days are using algorithms to select what to show everyone. Trying to be found is almost impossible these days. The problem with the bots is this; they care nothing about quality of content. They don’t even know how to determine the quality of the content.
I have struggled for about three years in trying to get discovered, my efforts have been futile. As Pink Floyd said in their song, on the album The Wall:
Banging your heart against some mad buggers wallPink Floyd – The Wall
Isn’t that what we are doing, is banging our hearts against some mad buggers wall? Seems like such futile pursuits; it seems almost pointless to continue; not unless they want to give us a sledgehammer. That might be worthy of doing, but just your heart and mind; the wall will win.
I hate the bots, because they are causing a great deal of digital oppression in the market place. It seems impossible to get anyone to notice your work, and even more difficult for anyone to care. The problem with human apathy is that they have ceased to give a damn. Everyone is unhappy about something.
What I’m unhappy about is the fact, no matter how much effort I put forth, no matter how good my content is, no one will ever see it. Makes me wonder why I’m doing it in the first place? I have my reasons I guess, it would however be nice if people were to notice my effort.
With what I have to work with, seems these days; it is pointless to try breaking into the writing market. Just totally worthless, because the amount of effort required to do such is beyond what is reasonable.
Beyond What Is Reasonable
The effort required to make it work, is far beyond what you could reasonably expect one person to do on their own. If you had a team of people that were all certified professionals, you might be able to make some progress, maybe someday.
However, what just one person can do on their own; it seems impossible. Seems even with the best SEO you can get, this project is never going to do very well. I don’t have any friends that follow my work; so the search engines don’t see any interest in my project at all. Like, zero.
I have made videos about the need to mobilize some people to doing something for me, yet, no one watches them. Pity; the situation is so darn dire, that a person in my situation would be better off making snow covered poo and selling it on the corner.
The situation with the AI bots, the algorithms, and the in-humane way that we are being treated does not bode well for the future of what the human race is going to be doing in ten years. Because the current situation is impossible to deal with. There is no clear path to victory, no clear path to success.
Something has to be done to make this feel less impossible. If I had seen progress in my projects, I could at least take comfort in that, however there has been no winning in years. From what I can see, this situation will not get any better with time. Zero.
I want to know who in the world wrote these algorithms, and what they were thinking when they created them, because it seems like total discrimination to me. It is oppressive in the extreme. Pity, they don’t want a nice world, they want robots, warm sacks of shit, and mindless idiots.
I wanted a better world, no one has offered something better than what I’m currently doing, there are no other path to take, yet, I’m banging my heart against some mad buggers wall, and the result is day by day, I’m becoming more and more frustrated. Maybe if I had started these projects twenty years ago, then maybe I could have seen success by now. As it is, it seems pointless, futile, and worthless to anyone but myself.
It does have some value, I enjoy what I do. I do enjoy it. I doubt in my life like things are, that there would be anything else I could be doing like this. I have to wonder, if in twenty years, I will still be sitting behind a keyboard trying bang my heart against some mad buggers wall?
Maybe I should be building my own wall? That would be a day. But some worm would only order they be torn down. Pity. Maybe the artists will gather round, and show some support when it all comes crashing down? Well, here I am; waiting for you to find me, maybe send me a message, I don’t bite hard.
Should you find yourself banging your heart against some mad buggers wall, don’t despair, have some hope; it might get better, you never know; someone might show up with a real hammer someday.
Don’t give up, keep going. Maybe you will find a use for it someday? Maybe. Make good use of everything you do. If you find me, maybe we will get a cup of coffee and talk about the day the walls came down.
Written by Christopher Thomas, A Real Misfit!