Dunno so much about that.

The plague has, naturally, given me pause for thought re my former life.

Spending twenty-four to ninety-six hours at a stretch surrounded by people from all over the World ... a not inconsiderable number of whom have arrived here (wherever 'here' may be at the time) literally just today ... is now something I cannot do as blithely as I previously did.

Things may eventually change for the better but, in the meantime, the prospect of returning to my old ways of spending the intervening time in the company of friends from all around the World ... so rarely home that it's the last place anyone thinks of looking for me ...is something that (in the immediate-to-(possibly)-medium term) I am also no longer quite so sanguine about.

But ...

It is nevertheless contrary to my nature to spend much time alone.

It's only due to certain life circumstances since 2016 that I have spent much time at all online rather than socialising ... and only due to the effectively eighteen-month lockdown that I have spent as much of it here as I have.

Come the day when it is clear that it really is entirely safe to socialise again, it's entirely possible that I'll fin myself, once more, too busy to blog/journal.

However, be all that as it may, my feelings re Medium specifically are not a recent development ... they have been growing for sometime now ... and aren't going to simply disappear overnight ... if at all.

One of the things people always end up expressing is their surprise at how extraordinarily patient I am. It takes time because, at first sight, because I think, move, act fast and, as I have no time for fools or foolishness, am dismissive of nonsense, I don't appear to be — it takes time for them to get to know me but, when they do, the realisation dawns that I tolerate people and things for periods of time they cannot imagine doing themselves (I just don't make a fuss about them).

So, when I do finally decide that enough is enough, it happens after a period that has supplied more than ample experience and opportunity to absorb things, contemplate them and draw that conclusion ... and then my decision is final — I don't make the decision lightly and don't often go back on it as a result.

The only reason I am still here really is because there are certain of you (such as your good self) with whom I genuinely enjoy interacting; I enjoy reading what you have to say and responding to it. But Medium itself has been increasingly pissing me off for a long while now and (if I haven't reached it already) I'm approaching the point at which I always make a break with someone or something due to the fact that I am no longer upset or pissed off but simply no longer feel any urge to continue for any reason.

The most momentous decisions in my life have always come about because I was simply bored with the status quo and, therefore, changed it — change job, change career, move home, leave the country, leave a failed/toxic relationship ... whatever I have finally decided I no longer wish to pursue any longer I simply leave behind me and never look back.

And I am increasingly bored of Medium.

So, dunno ... it's not like I haven't given it a chance (five years is not to be sneezed at) and, if the time comes when an opportunity presents itself to do something else, it would be uncharacteristic of me not to jump at it ...

https://whereangelsfeartotread.medium.com/yolo-7e6d89e200cc

And it's not like I haven't been quietly chomping at the bit for a while now ...

https://whereangelsfeartotread.medium.com/citizen-of-nowhere-600944f932c1

I'm getting restless ... approaching a tipping point.