2020: You do not have access …or it cannot be found.

OD has a quirk. It won’t always show you the goods just for asking. Somebody has a diary they started in 1998? No entries found. It lies. Read a couple of modern entries and then go ask. Now it thinks you care enough for a sluggish truth.

My high idea that I wasn’t worthy to ask friendship until I had actually put effort into someone’s timeline?  That got kicked to the curb because I’m still using microsquish garbage that has to impose it’s “I wanna update yewwww!” dementia all over whatever you are doing. Yes, they have a browser that works almost as good as Chrome and no I’m not going to use it. Just tick the little plussy thing and then don’t open tabs on people you’ve already snuck up and blown smoochies at as you passed their open window.

I am no longer displeased buy the high faluting no trespassing sign that says “yee shall not pass” as starting to view it as a” you win” on my compulsive social roulette.

Trust issues kept me from leaping back at this thing head first but now I can see a person leap forward in time by 20 years. An unintended outcome of a thing that seemed bad when it happened. Now it’s joy. People have been through some stuff. We go on.

In 2020 I need to see that. For better or worst I need to stare it down.