It seems today that people have lost the trait of patience. Between YouTube, streaming platforms, and social media, you can get a quick hit of dope (amine) at the click of a button. If you don’t get it from one source, you can quickly close out and go to the next. It’s no longer restricted by age, either. Everyone from toddlers to 67+ year olds has fallen under this biological narcotic.
But the world doesn’t revolve around you or me, whether we paid for it or not.
Don’t get me wrong, I wish Lush could be a bit more efficient or expedient with releases. But after talking with a few mods on this particular forum post and through messages, I have no issue with how they operate this website. Lush has a growing audience. A mix of new readers and contributors, people submitting stories upon stories, and AI expediting the process of writing. All this contributes to a growing pool within the queue.
This site only has a handful of mods and admins. The mods? All volunteer work. I can only imagine the kind of stories they have to read (I’d be genuinely curious what the approve-to-deny ratio is). What do they get in return? A few perks. No money (I don’t think). And a shitload of bitching.
My suggestions (if you’re still with me):
Find another hobby to spend time on while you wait.
Find other websites to publish your work in the meantime.
Open up a Patreon, Substack, or OF, and drop your content there — directing people from Lush to your content.
Quit bitching and be thankful. They could just take your money and say, “Yeah, don’t worry, we’ll post your story soon…”
Put the phone down and go for a walk.
Read a book. My recommendation: The Book of Five Rings by Miyamoto Musashi.
Jerk off… whatever it takes to ease that doped-up mind of yours.
Develop self-discipline (a slightly longer commitment than the two-minute activity mentioned just above).
Alright… if I pissed you off, good. If I made you smile or laugh, good. If you’re indifferent, good.
As the great philosopher Ice Cube once said:
“Today was a good day.”