The Curious Case of #SmokingChickenFish: Day 13 of 🚬🐓🐟

God sees you no matter what -NerdyInvestors

There’s something peculiar about what happens when we stop checking our accounts. When we let go of the numbers, the likes, the follows, and simply post our truth. Here I am, thirteen days into posting #SmokingChickenFish, and I’ve learned more about human connection than any social media expert could teach me.

The hashtag started as a rebellion — a digital smoke signal aimed at the established order: the Vatican, sports teams, #bitcoin, all those institutional giants that seem to hold sway over our collective consciousness. But it’s evolved into something more profound, more human.

You see, life is wonderfully irregular. One day you’re following the prescribed path, and the next you’re posting about smoking chicken fish 🚬🐓🐟, finding unlikely kindred spirits in the digital wilderness. The beauty lies in the absurdity. When we say #SmokingChickenFish, we’re not just stringing random words together — we’re acknowledging that sometimes life becomes too overwhelming to process through conventional means.

In these moments of overwhelm, turning to a higher power isn’t just reasonable — it’s essential. But that higher power might not look like what we expect. Sometimes it appears in the form of community, in the shared laughter over an obscure hashtag, in the recognition that we’re all just trying to make sense of this beautiful mess together.

I’ve stopped checking my metrics. The numbers don’t matter anymore. What matters is the genuine connections forming in these digital spaces. There’s something addictive about finding your tribe — not the artificial followers who boost your count, but the real people who share your genuine interests, who understand why you might post about smoking chicken fish for thirteen straight days.

We’ve lost something in our rush to quantify everything, to turn every interaction into data points and engagement metrics. Our hobbies have become side hustles, our passions have become brands, our spiritual seeking has become content creation. But through the smoke signals of #SmokingChickenFish, we’re finding our way back to common ground.

This isn’t about going viral or starting a movement. It’s about rediscovering the joy of being genuinely, unapologetically weird together. It’s about acknowledging that sometimes the most meaningful connections come from the most unexpected places — even from a seemingly nonsensical hashtag about smoking chicken fish.

Day 13, and I’m still here, still posting, still seeking. Not because I’m expecting anything in return, but because sometimes the most profound acts of rebellion are simply being present, being authentic, and being willing to find meaning in the madness.

When we say #SmokingChickenFish, we’re really saying: I’m here, I’m human, and I’m looking for others who understand that life doesn’t always make sense — and that’s perfectly okay. In fact, it might be the most okay thing of all.