Who the hell am I?

TL;DR.

I am the king of shit. Writing a post every time I take a shit for the past years.

We are constantly bombarded with news, posts, videos of every kind. We pretend to care deeply about all of it, while quietly forgetting to live our own lives. In the end, it’s just noise. It’s just shit. And that’s precisely why I write about mine: it may be shit, but it’s mine, and at least it has value — for me.

Long story long.

Everything started on a Thursday. It was October 24th, 2019. That day I decided: “Yes, let’s do it!”.
Needless to say, I had been thinking about running a blog about my poop for weeks before that day.

It actually started with a very close friend of mine who has this peculiar habit of sending pictures and videos of his huge, fresh excrements via WhatsApp. Sometimes he even attached some text: descriptions of his shit-adventures.
Truth is, I found those tales so exhilarating that one day I suggested: “Man, why don’t you share all these great stories about your shit with the entire world? I mean, anonymously.”

A little context: me and this friend of mine think about projects a lot. We produce loads of ideas, and we focus on each and every one of them seriously. We never consider any of them stupid or foolish.

Back to my question. He simply replied: “I’ve got no time, man!”

I was sad. Deluded. I genuinely wanted him to do such a thing. It could have been incredible. His texts were hilarious. I was convinced more people would have enjoyed them.

Well, I believed in it so much that I decided: “If he’s not willing to do it, I will.”

Thus, there I was, sitting on my white throne thinking: “What does ‘shitposting’ really mean?”.
Once answered, I wrote my first post.

From that moment on, I persevered and never stopped.
I kept writing a post every single time I took a shit for the past years.

Three months passed by. I was having fun. WordPress notified me every once in a while with achievements such as “Congratulations, you published 100 posts” or “You’re on a 24-day streak on The Shy Tird!”.
On December 25th, I made myself a gift (two, actually): I bought the domains
theshyt.com and theshytird.com.

Everything was going well, but my incognito weakened and the secret started spreading.
I revealed it to that inspirational very-close-friend-of-mine, then to another friend, and another one… and so on.

It was fine. It actually helped. They supported me. They were my first followers.

Everything went on more or less the same way until I decided I needed more.
Yes, it became an addiction. I felt the urge for followers.
I still believed some people would find it amusing — I would — so I planned my advertising campaign.

I would print as many stickers as I could afford and stick them all around the world.
Every trip would come with a pocket full of stickers, to be attached to dirty pub walls, metro stations, poles. Basically everywhere.

Next question: “What should this sticker represent?”
It had to be recognisable, irreverent, impossible to ignore.

So I took a shit on the floor.

I planned it days in advance. I ate trash until the moment I felt it: “My bowels are ready.”
I mounted my DSLR on a tripod, arranged white sheets on the floor, pulled my pants down, and crouched.

Done.

After some digital manufacturing, I ordered a batch online.
Some weeks later, the parcel arrived: 300 stickers portraying my sticky crap.

Everything was set.

I went to Belgium with a friend and stuck one inside a street flower pot.
It worked instantly. My analytics showed new visitors from Belgium.

Pure adrenaline. Exuberance. I felt alive.

Then COVID came.

I spent most of 2020 and part of 2021 working from home.
No trips. No poles. No stickers. No followers.

But I kept shitting and posting.
Shitting and posting.
Shit-posting.

Time passed, and somehow I got recognition.
On February 2nd, 2022, a Turkey-based tech and digital culture site published a list titled 
“Pointless but fun websites to kill time online”
. I thought that was it. The moment everyone would finally know the King of Shit.
It didn’t go viral.

Nevertheless, I kept shitting.

In June 2022, I launched a podcast summarising each week of shit from the blog  but after nine weeks, I abandoned it.

Still, I kept shitting. Kept posting. Never thought of stopping.

For my fifth anniversary, I applied to the Guinness World Records for the longest journaling about poop. They replied that the data could not be verified.
Yuck. Bullshit.

In January 2026, I started making TikTok videos, sharing my thoughts, from my toilet, whilst keeping my blog up to date.

Yet, the project goes on. And it will go on forever at least as long as I’m alive.

Truly yours,
The Shy Tird
the anonymous shit-blogger