And this space is a start in that direction.

If you want to feel that you are heard, you must speak up. And you should try to speak in ways that make it easier or more comprehensible for the other to understand.

Who is the other? Well, it’s you, you beautiful person you. And it’s me.

Mostly, it’s going to be me.

I’ve been quietly gorging on the smorgasbord of thought-food that is the internet, for a while now. While I considered it wise on my part to not participate in social media extensively throughout my growing years (I had brief stints of activity for a few months on facebook, instagram and reddit), I have still developed an attachment to consuming media content and that this content has gotten smaller and shallower. And I feel like I don’t think deeper thoughts about anything, like I used to, when I read more deeply.

And I’m dismayed that there is a profit incentive everywhere. There’s a lot of clutter. And goddammit if I get into another hour long whirlpool of YouTube Shorts, so help me god I will lose my shit. This blog is where I can choose to be myself, with everything else stripped away.

I am not myself these days. Haven’t been so for a long time now. Well, less so than before writing this. What do I mean by not being myself? I think that because of my depression I became a reclusive of sorts, the kind that did not want to wade into any conversation, even if I could contribute something meaningful. The mood could be summed up with this motto of our zeitgeist: “I can’t even”.

So this is where I start.

To be frank, I felt like shit when I started writing this and now it feels okay, much like exercising.

I know not what will come of this. But I’m going to stop worrying about how this blog can help end world war 3 and just …write.