What I can’t afford to do — and I deeply hope you guys also won’t even attempt to do — is to live in a world of unlimited access (in- or outbound) that requires you to pretend anyone who happens to trip over your doormat should get precisely the same attention, respect, interest, and focus as Real People You Know. They come first. Scarcity. It’s a real thing.

Because that way lies utter madness and, frankly, it makes a charade of your actual life.

Interrupting your focus on your own work, family, and friends in order to harvest anonymous compliments or deflect anonymous dumbassery does a disservice to everyone involved and is, in my opinion, an utterly depressing and unscalable way to slouch through life.

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