Life After Steem

My story, the steem requests? I won't cave to its demanding and needy ways so easily. Why should I? I mean sure, many months ago I'd have freely written my epic, posted an image, asked a socially unacceptable question or maybe just rambled about a whole Lotta nothing..

On the rare occasion someone might comment on my content i would have made it a point to respond thoughtfully and peep out their blog within a reasonable amount of time..

I enjoyed having an outlet where I could express myself without any filters or inhibitions. Icing on the creativity cake was interacting with other mostly stranded steem users.. I spent a great deal of time not only engaged with the blockchain, but I also painstakingly learned it's nuanced ins and obtrusive outs through an abusive, lonely trial and error process that offered no rewards for my diligence..

My experience was not for nought however, as I used the platform as a self immersion into technologies that were foreign to me previously. I often marveled at the potential of such a diverse ecosystem and the litany of assets within being floundered away by typical base level human drives. The same modes of operation many of us sought refuge from in real life on steem had tracked us down and had also infiltrated every nook and cranny of our online utopian vision..

We could have really built something great. At the very least, I had an outlet that inspired some sense of hope in humanity, and the pursuits of a noble, well intended life were being reaffirmed.
I suppose it was all too good to be true, which is ironic as it was actually never very good. It was simply what we made of it..

Before, I continue, do any of you here still remember when steem was exciting and had glimmers of hope?