it amuses me when writers on this commodifiable blog site get worked up over other writers making listicles or posting selfies of themselves in knee socks to promote their work or whatever. imagine policing another persons BLOG, another persons DIARY! I’m sorry but I grew up on Xanga, LiveJournal, Tumblr, oh my! Is Substack not just another iteration for the dystopian age of Everything You Do is Part of Your Brand? and if you don’t find a way to Make Money off your Personal Brand then you won’t be able to afford healthcare OR an espresso martini.
I lowkey get it. I despised the BuzzFeed takeover era when I was a young journalism student, but then I grew up a little and realized BuzzFeed was the least of my concerns.
I like making lists sometimes! I usually hand write lists on paper, only to never refer to them again, but here’s one I made on my birthday two years ago about all the things I didn’t know. Here’s last years post which is mostly just photos. Maybe someone will culturally critique me for it!
some things for my diary:
I don’t want to become someone who hates their own birthday. It’s arguably more annoying than
someonean adult who loves their own birthday.Two of my best friends died on my 15th birthday and something that I’m unable to name fundamentally shifted inside of me.
I have absolutely NO idea what I will do for work after June. Open to ideas, thanks ;)
I tend to like my haircuts better when I do them myself.
I don’t often get haircuts.
The space behind a waterfall is holier than a church, but sometimes you don’t feel like getting wet.
Girls is one of the greatest shows of all time. It comforts me like The Office comforts you.
Figurative whiplash is good training for Life.
Music that feels like water droplets is cleansing.
Grounding into the moment expands Time, I think.
Your shoes probably need less support, not more. Everyone is walking on clouds these days.
The only kind of plan I like is a spontaneous last minute one.
You can make meaning out of anything. A survival strategy.
Years pass by without seeing the people I love most in this world. I wonder what that does to a person. Definitely fragments them.
We should all stop buying new things for a while.
I miss my friends but then start to wonder who is actually still my friend.
Fruit without seeds is strange.
American taxes fund some of the worst things in the world. Like genocide or a JD Vance eurotrip that sends the pope into an early grave.
Writing isn’t a ritual, but it saves me every time.
ISO a container to insert some potential.
There are little guides everywhere when you learn how to listen. (See also #13)
I am my body’s bitch. She knows so much more than me!
Still 10 away from 33???
Am searching for ways to not get annoyed so easily. Moving away from a city would probably help but…
Don’t talk to cops.
Talk to rivers.
Earth day is obviously the day I had to arrive on Earth.
At this point I’m so sick of talking about myself, but it’s the only thing I know anything about!!
Not sure if time in isolation changed me or allowed parts of me to come through that never had before. It’s both.
Noodles > Rice. I know, it’s controversial.
God this is never ending.
My siblings seem to be following my footsteps and now we’re scattered around the world.
33 is my brothers favorite number so I’m hoping it’s the best year yet
i’m not proof reading this so thank you for visiting my diary entry for today. happy earth day 🌿