#paleootherkinity

No one asks questions out of the blue, no one seems curious of what you were like or what events happened or who you knew. I ask others questions all the time. Do they ask me things back? No. Not even to be nice. Or when they do ask just to be nice, they only say “that’s cool”, and that’s flippin it. Is it that much to ask for someone to actually be curious and genuinely interested about me and my experiences / memories? I’m not narcissistic, I just wanna be believed / heard / understood.

I’m tired of trying to talk to people about our identities, and they don’t show an ounce of curiosity. Why do I even post anymore? There’s no point to it if no one even cares, right? But I do anyway cuz I just hope that someone who does care will come along magically one day.

Or is it because people don’t know what to ask? Are my identities too complicated to even try to understand? Are they not “normal” enough to be interesting? Shouldn’t they be more interesting *because* they’re more unique? Do I have too many? Do I talk too much about them already on my own that people don’t feel the need to ask any questions? Are people just antisocial? I don’t even know anymore man.

I’m tired, I’m so done rn. Talk to y’all later, for those who do care 🙃

Ps. This isn’t meant to be directed at anyone or to be rude. Just getting this off my chest is all.