My Average Day

On your average day, I wake up at 4–5am, and act/feel like a anxious zombie for about an hour — until my Vyvanse (ADD) and Gabapentin (PTSD) kick in. I drink caffeine, to help me feel better in the meantime.

Once I feel well enough to be conscious, I do one of two things, depending on the day of the week:

  1. I work on products/code for my company.
  2. I work on products/code for my self.

Many days, I do neither, and just end up playing the guitar and spending time with my beloved wife, but that is neither here nor there. Mental health comes first and foremost in my priority list.

When working on #1, I am typically working with coworkers, and a small network of close friends that enjoy taking an interest in what I'm working on.

When working on #2, I employ the same circle of friends, and we enjoy hacking on various projects together, ad-hoc, and making the world a better place, in any small, measurable way we can. Currently, I'm working with my friend, Erin, on a DNS server utilizing a C# library, for my local coffee shop.

The point of this post, though, is to make a point — I'm just some dude that likes to hack on things (everyone assumes, my pronoun penny says they, FWIW). I don't think I've made any bold claims beyond that. I've always downplayed the fame people assign to me, and, while I've quite enjoyed it, it's starting to get really old, really quickly.

This year's PyCon 2019 has been quite a wonderfully oerganized event, but I generally haven't enjoyed myself very much. It's too much attention.

I'm not sure how to solve this problem, other than to divert my attention to other programming communities (e.g. C#), where I can be 'just another face', or changing my online identity (e.g. starting from scratch).

That's the problem here — I am not famous. I don't have a Wikipedia article. I'm not verified on Twitter. I don't want to be famous. Every time I get a taste of being famous (e.g. yearly at PyCon NA), it gets more and more old each time.

Thoughts & Musings: a (Public) Journal

A collection of hand-written essays by Kenneth Reitz.