I'm starting to regret having a website. Beginning with people more or less closely related to me--a person who has spent their life contemplating graph theory finds the word relatives and the word cousins to be meaningless--I imagined, in my idle time, how they would react to the various things I had published. This started with my technical documents, and I borrowed the supposed opinion of a nontechnical blood relation as I do want my content to at least read through for those who don't usually contemplate relations outside of mommy and daddy ones (by blood relation I refer to people with a known common ancestor).
My hypothetical readers went further afield when I added some content which was intended for those who would flat refuse to read technical essays. For these my subconscious picked people I had but met, with whom I had shared few words as their mother tongue was not English, and who I have not heard of or seen for years (which mental exercise was as surprising as it was novel).
I then started to think that I might get an unknown reader or two to think sensibly with me. But this is difficult to do in a country whose citizens live within the Voltaire-Macadam Civilization, in which the bible only applies to the after-life, and the Works of Man are there for us to complain about in this one.
Being then told by another blood relative that any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic (a delightful phrase, if not quite original), I tried to explain the last quarter century as it appears to me.
This wasn't such a good idea.
Not all my relatives want the best for me: this is obvious to someone who has studied graph theory. People who you thought were your soul-mates will turn on you in an instant: this is obvious to anyone who listened to their parents or guardians. The webdoc I wrote, which I called magic, started to give me headaches. My supposititious readers began to argue with each other.
My life, for a time, centered on a computer shop, and for a time I thought I was respected as a bachelor. Meeting someone there I thought would do nicely for a wife, things didn't go as they do in the storybook movies; and, well, that was the end.
I'm now in my second bachelorhood. I found writing English beats coding in any language, hands down. I started killkilltheworld.org.za expressly for when I don't feel I need to refer to good guys and bad guys. Which is what we spent a lot of time doing, when we were younger.
My regret has been diminished. That we live in a pandemic in which the use of things no-one understands is a major focus, is something I'm glad I no longer have to say to people.