It was Time To Leave Twitter/X And Learned Many Lessons

 I was first initially on Twitter in the early 2010's just to promote the blog and build insights with various groups. Along the way, things were shifting into areas that just went off the rails of a really crazy train (RIP Ozzy). Was off of it but kept the account and made another one to either show up the blog and just be more interactive outside of it. Sometimes you go down a rabbit hole and you find out what kind of people you really find.

Over the last couple years, I promoted stuff and shared knowledge with fitness groups but also just went into this thing of exposing people to their messed up and seriously deranged ideas of the world. I naturally became an advocate for those in the LGBTQ, stood up for women who were harassed and had some laughs here and there with people but also seeing the darkest form of humanity I've ever seen and what men or little man children thought about others based on their ethnicity, race, women's rights among other things.

I had my opinions on things that people didn't like and was thrown practically every slur in the book especially because of my last name. I had strong opinions about Trump and all that and what people see others as. I would throw zingers but nothing that led to wanting anybody dead. I did end up being threatened to be murdered by an ak-47 by one person who was a complete and utter racist and KKK synthesizer, I got that account off a cliff and taken down. There were even so called "alphas" that were a group of marines or something like that and acted like they were big shots who were better than anybody else but ended up being racist, narcissistic and misogynistic white guys that kept using gay slurs and things. One even went full monty at me and even kept repeating he wasn't gay but would show that to his buddies and they would cheer on (I'm sorry but if you're doing that and denying being gay, you might just go with being out of the closest cause it's painfully obvious). There were 5 of them and got 2 of their accounts thrown out the window permanently.   

Some scary and very warped shit where many people can practically get away with murder and just destroy any hopes and ideas for people who tried to use the platform. Another big thing for leaving was just the bullshit of dealing with that douchemonger that not only plagiarized my work but made several attempts to destroy my reputation as a writer and fitness advocate. Made dozens upon dozens upon dozens of posts that were just horrifying and making me out to be some kind of freak who loved killing babies, using gay slurs over and over and every other post I would make, he would repost/quote it and act like the high school outcast getting revenge for not making the football team or getting the girl. It got BAD!!!

Guy couldn't go one day even when I wasn't posting at all for up to a couple days or more at a time without finding some sick and twisted shit to write about me and "convincing" others that I'm just an evil, rotten son of a bitch who copies/"apes" him. It was the same guy that pulled this shit here.....Ignoring just didn't work well for me and I'm ashamed to have even continued to dwell into his bullshit. Even threatened me with a lawsuit which he wouldn't have won anyway and kept adding fuel to the fire about firing me and claiming everyone else has too and even made comments about my wife that I couldn't just sit back and tolerate. It's one thing to go after me, it's another to go after someone I care about. I did embarrass him a couple times when he claimed I copied something onto a post that he wrote in an email when the post I made was an article I wrote in 2007 and in 2010, many, many years before I knew he existed. Got one of his accounts banned permanently and one of his youtube accounts banned for acts that youtube didn't support. 

It just became too much and needed to fight back to get out of the rabbit I did put myself in, I take responsibility for that but can you really blame me? I just don't let people push me over. Yeah it's the internet and people will do whatever but there are lines you just don't cross and I reached a boiling point. Will he keep doing what he's doing? Probably but as of right now, he is blocked on every platform I have and all he can do is just keep exposing himself as a fraud and an advocate for wanting women not to have any rights, wants to own slaves and do his boring rant videos about whatever. Even at a point where he thinks he's profiting off of me with a book that doesn't exist that he has kept on pre order for years just taking other people's money initially committing a crime of embezzlement.  

Twitter had some good stuff and there were some good people on there but it was overshadowed by racists, political views that ends in some form of tragedy, showing the dark and evil side to human beings that would make Ted Bundy go "dude calm down", misogynists, porn and narcissistic asshats who had nothing better to do than to act childish with a cult like fetish for famous people such as Trump and Andrew Tate. Overall, it was a terrible environment and I'm happy to have made the choice to end my time there. Sick of the bullshit, the manipulations, the evil that was going on and other things. Although I exposed many people and got accounts banned, there was 100 times as many that got to stay and say and do whatever they wanted. I wasn't going to stand for that. 

  I got some good exposure for the blog in some areas but the stress of the other stuff just wasn't in the cards to take. It's not for me and I'm ok with that. Thank you for taking the time to read this and if anyone from my X Following sees this, thank you for all you did and continue to be amazingly awesome. 

As of now, my account is deactivated, my subscription canceled and I'm ready to move on. Twitter has some things good surrounding it but it is overshadowed   

The Nerve Pain, The Muscle Spasms, All Gone: IT'S OVER!!!

Just the feeling of bruising but the sciatica injury is finally over. Merely keeping up with maintenance and being slightly more cautious is what I'll be doing for a while but this long ass episode has reached it's finale. The pain was enough that I wouldn't wish on my worst enemies and being so damn limited made me frustrated, irritable and drove me crazy. 

What made me notice that it was gone? I had an idea in mind that was risky but my intuition was telling me it was going to work. I tested myself in a Bear Crawl Sprint Workout that was 10 seconds on, 20 seconds off for 5 minutes. Aside from feeling a little tension, I busted through that workout with ease without a shred of pain, not even a little bit. How's that for irony: A sprint workout told you you were injured and the next sprint workout tells you you're healed. Funny how the universe works.  

I'm back and it feels fucking glorious man. I still believe in my heart that if I wasn't in good of shape before, this injury would've been far worse and the healing would've taken way longer. That's the thing, if you train with intent to help prevent injuries as much as possible and be able to heal quicker when you do makes all the difference in the world. This one didn't heal as fast as I wanted to (I' am edging close to 40) but it did heal when it was meant to. I felt my flexibility coming back and my strength was right there when I needed it. Conditioning is really a life saver and in my mind, the fountain of youth.

If you've never experienced Sciatica, I really hope you never will. I feel so grateful not just for what I had to do but I'm grateful to my wife and my mother for being there for me even though I was a royal pain in the ass and feeling so damn guilty that I didn't want to burden them. Putting them through that especially my wife was something I never want to do again, neither one deserved to see me like that. I owe them big time and I will always take responsibility and heat for what I did to myself. I can't and will never blame anything or anyone other than myself. Life is too damn short and you do what's possible to make the best of things. 

This was probably one of the most humbling experiences of my life and part of it is starting to show on my age and my ability to heal but in a weird and twisted sense, I needed to go through this in order to understand how important certain things are in life and that it was another one of life's tests where you learn and figure out what you have to do in order to rebuild yourself inside and out. This put another perspective on why I love to train and why it continues to push me even in tough times. The majority of the time, all I did was stretching which to me is still training, I never once led up or took a day off because if I did than I would be giving up on myself and the people who need and I wasn't going to let that happen.

Even on days where I had doubts this thing would ever heal, the voice in my head told me to keep fighting and battle the demons from within. Trust the process, do what needs to be done and be humble and grateful for what you have around you. It goes back to that old notion "With Great Power, Comes Great Responsibility." Be safe, kick ass and keep being amazingly awesome.