I Think About Leaving Every Day.

Lol I know, I know “Boo-hoo”“WordPress is not an airport, you don’t have to announce your departure” e.t.c

That is all true, I agree. However, I’m not leaving per se, I’m only sharing why I’ve been thinking about it more often (more than I’ve done in the last two years).

It’s crazy because, when I started this blog in 2014, I never considered all the changes that would take place in my life or the relationship I would eventually have with my blog as it evolved.

I had this desire to get my thoughts out, to give them form and to not be stopped. I suppose the fire in me was strong because It was being met with resistance. There were people that constantly undermined me overtly and covertly; trying to rock my boat and make me doubt myself at every turn. Because if I was too busy doubting myself I would not have the time to see who they really were.

And now, that negative energy is all but gone around me — along with the people. A direct result of all the work I put in, and if you’ve read since day one, you’ll see the changes.

I used my blog as a coping mechanism at one point too. When I was dealing with break-ups and depression. It helped, looking back at what I had written earlier on and feeling encouraged by it. It was like an old friend who knew me very well, giving advice I desperately needed at any given moment. 

I used my blog as a repository for my history. To know where I started, and where I was going. I shared my convictions, my dreams, my doubts, and my pain. Everything I would learn or needed to remember, I tied together with titles I personally find catchy or “cool” (I just love a good title lemme tell ya). Anytime I re-read my work, I could remember the message by simply looking at the title, giving all my information gathering a heuristic element. And it worked. 

I connected with different bloggers, a majority of which have left for one reason or another. I often wondered what would make others leave their blogs, but we all know life gets in the way sometimes. I love writing, I love story-telling and I most certainly love writing critiques. So, why do I feel like leaving this place?

If you’re looking for a clear answer, I’m sorry. I don’t have a single one. What I’m doing as I’m writing this post is trying to process my thoughts and emotions in raw form. I’m hoping to see a throughline of some sort. Maybe you’ll notice something I haven’t.

So with no resistance in my life and no inner turmoil to sort through, the purpose of creating this blog started getting blurry. I found a separate purpose in the “Being Black 101” section of my blog. I was talking about racism and the like, something I’m passionate about, but that lessened as a result of trying not to become radicalized. There’s a reason you don’t hear me chant Black Lives Matter (BLM). The sentiment behind creating BLM is sound, the elitism and reverse racism that grew as a consequence of some BLM activists is not something I support. (Selective Populism anyone?)

There’s this role-playing game I play every six months, I don’t know if you’ve heard it. It’s called Disco Elysium. It taught me a lot about people and (political) ideology. How we can falsely believe ourselves to be self-made and that even as we choose who we want to be, we may in actual fact be the subjects of mimesis. This desire to belong can overwhelm us so much that we “choose” to adopt a political ideology that others have, all in a bid to make us feel whole — connected.

But of course, it’s not so simple. I can sit here and say I don’t love politics because they are dumb — that I play no part because I’m neither on the right nor left. Disco Elysium critiques this as well by referring to it as moralism — or verbatim, choosing to be “the most laughable centrist”. Not making a political choice IS a political choice. Centrism is accepting the status quo rebranded into something more marketable i.e. Being WOKE and thoroughly aware of the system. It can be argued, that by believing ourselves free of the system, we become truly immersed in it. But enough philosophizing.

The point I’m trying to make is, I stopped being a cheerleader for ideologies. I decided to make the blog about myself, which is admittedly a centrist stance. I no longer had the desire to change the world but to change my immediate environment. That worked.

I practised stoicism, meditation, and the application of logic and reason with the help of my poetry and blog. After having endured narcissistic abuse for so long, there were many people I removed from my life. People who took advantage of my good nature and lack of boundaries — making the mistake of only using my feelings to make judgments. Luckily, some of these abusers removed themselves after I stopped offering them narcissistic supply. And that’s what happens, isn’t it? When you start understanding your own self-worth, it doesn’t matter what anyone else says because you can only hear your voice and not theirs.

My space became clearer. My mind became sharper. And of course, I saw more areas in my life that needed work. 

My blog continued to have utility but it slowly started fading into the background as I started writing my manuscript. My love for writing stays the same, but where I write has become a concern. 

What, at first felt like a space where I could let people who meant me harm see what I really thought; turned into a space of unfiltered honesty and vulnerability. Unfortunately, this place is still bookmarked by the worst people I’ve ever met in my life.

I have the desire to maintain integrity. To be me — to be authentic and upfront with my thoughts and feelings. But when I know there are people who mean me harm that still have access to this place, I have to wonder. Is it worth it?

I could write work that isn’t personal and post poetry that is entirely abstract like I sometimes do. But then I’ll feel shackled. Like I’m behaving in a way that doesn’t give my enemies more ammo to use against me.

Who’s blog will it be then? Mine or theirs?

I could continue being as honest as I’ve been (much to my own detriment, as some people have proven, coming at me with what they’ve read here to make some sort of statement or shame me)

“Wow, you’re Ace. That’s crazy” — Yes. Feel free to say it to me each and every time like it’s my defining personality trait. 

“Who you are on your blog and who you are in real life are different. You sound cold and rational on your blog but a teddy bear in person” — this one annoys me the most because it’s entirely rooted in assuming people only have one personality trait. I’m not cold and rational. I’m direct. But however you choose to interpret it, I’m a person with a wide palate of behaviours that all fit into various contexts, much like any other human. If you’re so eager to see this side of me, push me, and then we’ll see if it exists or not? 

But that’s just one thing.

In our increasingly digital age. We’ve got algorithms that push away content that doesn’t suit the search engine gods. You used a swear word? Too bad. Do you want to talk about something mildly controversial? Too bad.

I’ve always considered this to be soft censorship. To “behave” in accordance with “the rules” that change depending on the world’s current temperature. Do you know how often the Overton window moves?

I don’t find these engines ideal, I don’t like having to write a certain way to please a set of fluid parameters that change depending on the potential outrage. It’s the equivalent of being told that any good story has to have a good ending. Or that any good story must have action in it. That is simply not true. What makes good writing good or art amazing isn’t governed by one or two things that are entirely subjective. If there was a stencil for people to use to achieve amazing art you’d bet the majority would use it. So to tell me these algorithms are tailored to bring me or you the best content is a complete joke.

(Edit: I might be a masochist but I really am tired of seeing safe writing)

*sigh* yes, I know algorithms have good uses too. They help keep sites clean, I don’t deny that. But the parameters for approval work in favour of content that is family-friendly. And a majority of what I have to say isn’t. So I’m forced to either abide by these rules or risk not connecting with others. I can’t make that sacrifice, it’s too large. I’d rather stop writing here entirely.

I wouldn’t call myself a politically correct, friendly or hateful person. I’m unfiltered in how I share my personal truths, and to be told to share my truth in a way that pleases a rubric governed by people that potentially have their own agenda is incredibly disheartening. Call me a conspiracy theorist, but I firmly refuse to believe these algorithms are set to keep the kids safe. I refuse to believe a group of executives sat down and funded these algorithms thinking about Little Jimmy and Jane playing in the sandbox. There’s obviously more at play.

And most recently we’ve been hearing about AI writing. While I don’t feel threatened in any way, I sympathize with my fellow creatives in art. I don’t agree with most methods Artists have employed to have their voices heard, but I understand their frustration albeit in a different way. 

If you’re wondering, I’m in a good space right now. Mentally and physically, everything is going my way. It’s just my blog that’s been on my mind lately. I’ve been thinking about whether I want to keep it or delete it entirely.

Please don’t assume I’m in pain or lonely. I have people who care about me and I’m completely fine. I play games regularly (which I love), and I’m writing a manuscript for my second book — planning to publish the first soon. I will be seeing someone special really soon too. There’s a lot going my way, so no worries on that front. 

I care about everyone I’ve met here thus far. And I enjoy all the stories you’ve shared and all the collaborations we’ve done. Those connections are real to me. 

I just ask that you be patient with me while I figure this out. It might take a month to a year. I don’t know. But I need to come to a conclusion.

I don’t want my reason for staying here to be a sunk cost fallacy tied heavily to the amount of time and work I’ve put in (8 years). I want to write on my blog because I enjoy it.

And I’ve tried, you know, to write content that skates the algorithm, but I always feel dirty afterwards. I personally don’t find it conducive as a mid to long-term strategy where my well-being is concerned. The world is changing, and I don’t think I have a place where it’s going. People talk about accepting change, and accepting it might mean knowing there is no place for my kind of writing here.

So as you’ve (hopefully) read, there are many reasons why I’ve been thinking about leaving. You don’t need to leave a comment, I won’t think less of you. The reason I say this is because it’s not the comments or likes that will determine whether I stay or not.

I only shared this post because I didn’t want you to think something bad happened to me. I’m alive and well.

Otherwise, I hope you’re healthy and well 🙂

Take care while I think this through ❤

(Edit: Been procrastinating for so long that I forgot to share how I got a notification from WordPress about passing 1000 posts a while back lol)


I left, because …

Even when the paths in front of us diverged

Going towards numerous possibilities —

Unspoken destinations, that had nothing to do with either of us,

You somehow always found a way to pivot all roads, towards yourself.

Without fail …




– O.D. ©2023

Art by: AaronGriffinArt

People can be sad. People can be depressed.

But I swear, some people love turning it into a sport. What frustrates me is how it’s all catastrophized to elicit a specific reaction. Moreso, how attention is taken away from people that are genuinely suffering. All to focus on these “victims” that can simply do no wrong.

When I’m firm in holding my ground, consolidating my autonomy and someone is offended enough to make themselves a victim as a result. Wanna know what I do? I agree.

“Yes, you are a victim”, I say.

You should see how they react. They don’t like that.

I may have empathy, but not for pretenders. If you villainize me to make yourself feel better you are most certainly a victim. I won’t back-pedal and try to explain why you’re not.

I am the big bad guy and you’re just going to have to get cosy in my shadow.

Some might say I won’t win any allies by behaving this way. 

If the allies are anything like these “victims”. I say good riddance.

Blood Ties.

Fervently advocating for the guilty

Purely on the premise of them being family

Doesn’t make me loyal — It simply makes me complicit

Who you think you are to me,

Or what blood we share, is no factor.

If you actively infringe on the autonomy and freedom of others

You are forever nothing to me.

– O.D. ©2023

Art by: AaronGriffinArt


Entitled people carry an energy

Similar to that of children

Groomed to believe in their perpetual ownership of the world.

Only to grow up and learn

That the world was

And never will

Be theirs.

– O.D. ©2022

Art by: BisBiswas

“If someone gets angry with you for setting a boundary, consider that as a good sign that the boundary was necessary” — Jenna Korf

If Covert Narcissists Were Honest With You.

I promise, I’ve changed

The subtitle. I know I can get a little crazy, but I promise I’ve heard you every single time you’ve said you’re hurt. It will be different this time. I promise.


I don’t know who lied to you, but you don’t have any autonomy — not when I’m around.

You can say you have a will of your own and I’ll pretend to agree, to pacify. You need to understand that I know what’s best for you — not you.

Whatever line you draw is made for me to cross. Now that I say that out loud, your line kind of looks like a finish line; you know, like in a race. You can’t blame me for doing what comes naturally.

Make lines for me to cross.

I Will Complain, Complain, Complain

And you will listen.

Good friends offer empathy in droves, and so should you. It’s why you’re my friend. You’re supposed to make me feel good about myself absent honesty and truth.

And don’t tell me your solutions, I can fix these things I’m complaining about. I just need you to listen. If what I’ve said so far hasn’t made it clear; I know better, so don’t tell me what to do.

But listen to what I have to say.

This isn’t bitterness, it’s divine vengeance.

Everyone I’m angry at and complain about is wrong. There’s not a single person I’ve ever been angry at who was in the right. That’s just how it is. It’s difficult being me, knowing all the things that I know.

My philosophy is to get revenge whilst the iron is still hot.

What I feel is real, and if someone makes me feel attacked, I will attack them back.

It’s fair.


I’m not manipulating you, I’m pushing you in the right direction.

Don’t think you know what’s best for you, come on now. As long as you stick by me, everything will be fine. I will discourage you from pursuing your dreams if they don’t include me because you won’t get far without me. 

I say that because I care; keep me close. Involve me in everything for your own safety.

I know I sometimes say mean things when you don’t involve me in what you’re doing. It’s because I’ll be feeling hurt, and I’ll be trying to make you see reason again. There’s no world without you needing me.

I’m the victim here.

I’m owed everything I never got. The world has never been fair to me. If I had all the opportunities I see others getting, I would be in a much better place. I just know it. 

In the meantime, keep encouraging me. Keep telling me how I’ll make it one day. I can’t do that myself.

You’ve had a bad day?

You can be so self-centred, do you know that? Not everything is about you. We all have bad days, but that doesn’t make you special.

Speaking of bad days…

Remember that story I told you the other day? I have an update — get ready, it’s a long one 😀

Don’t tell me the truth, not when it hurts.

I would tell you about the shame I try to keep buried, but you don’t need to know about that. Just don’t trigger me and we’ll be fine. I keep these things to myself to keep you safe. You wouldn’t be able to handle my rage and dark past.

Don’t you dare leave me.

Not unless you want to be another anecdote on a long list of people who have let me down. I’ll make sure to mention how you hurt me even though I’ve never done anything to hurt you.

Please don’t leave me 😦

I was overreacting when I said all of those things. I’m just passionate, you know that. Please don’t misinterpret my actions (Re-read the first point to know how serious I am about all of this — about you)

– O.D. ©2022

Art by:  LukasFractalizator

The message here is simple. “F*ck narcissists”

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