Mar 17, 2021
Πως στον διάολο γίνεται να με αγαπάει τόσο;;; Δεν βλέπει τα ελαττωματα μου;;;
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Πως στον διάολο γίνεται να με αγαπάει τόσο;;; Δεν βλέπει τα ελαττωματα μου;;;
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Some incoming rambling thoughts about writing from me? Shocking, I know. It’ll go on for a while, so I’ll be tucking it under a read-more so as to not bother you guys!
For those of you who actually bothered to open this: thank you for being interested and thank you in advance for being willing to listen to me ramble on about things that are fully unprompted. I’d like to talk to you all about the funny experience I’ve had with writblr culture and how it’s effected me, and perhaps others, as a writer and part of a writing community.
I’ll be the first to admit, I’ve never been (and may never be) really much of a “community” person, in any respect of the word. I somewhat enjoy the nature of being aloof, to belong to a select few and simply perform as necessary for the few people I enjoy spending my time with. I also have a horrific, undeniable craving for praise and appreciation and value towards myself, my thoughts, and my creations, albeit often on my terms. (I have a habit of dismissing praise or success I feel is unearned, or too early given which is a personal problem, but I digress) I say all this as a necessary bit of context to why I likely feel the way that I do within this community.
For me, personally, I feel like my perception of my worth as a writer tends to ebb and flow based upon how much energy I put into attempting to build a community, interest, or following based upon my writing and ideas. And frankly? I don’t like that. I don’t have these neat outlines nor aesthetics nor project intros to share. When I try to create them, they feel hollow, forced, or simply not representative of my work. I know most people have fun with this. A lot of writblrs have built up their experiences and writing careers up from this community and sharing and method of interaction. I merely...stumbled upon it, after spending all this time working out my own.
That isn’t to say that I find no value in writblr at all! I just feel rather...phony, I suppose? I don’t like that writing and ideas I’ve been confident in for years suddenly isn’t translatable because I can’t tie it in a neat little package to share. I’ve never been concise in my life, and I’ve never been very good at keeping anything too visual, at creating these neat, enticing aesthetics. My writing is, much like myself, too nuanced and too personal to wrap up into a clever phrase or image. That...admittedly sounds incredibly pretentious. It might be. It probably is.
I just don’t like the way it makes me feel. The obscure details and other things that it makes me feel I’m lacking. Especially with The Left Behind. It’s something too deep, too personal for me to really express in just one little post. Even if I try. I think because of that, to some degree, I’m afraid of following that lovely little path of project introductions and pages and plentiful posts to share. I’m afraid that they won’t be appreciated the way that I love them. I’m afraid I’ll become obsessed with the numbers, the statistics. Instead of the story, and instead of the worth.
Diesel - Go With The Flaw.
Go with no plan. Go with not sure.
Go with what makes you feel insecure.
I think one of my worst flaws is forgetting the word "Scented" and using the word "Flavored" in leu of it.
Example: I like the Coconut (Internet Explorer has stopped responding) scented flavored candle.
My bad time management is mostly due to lack of listening and personal flaws
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I don’t know if it’s just my ADD or something, but I do NOT have the patience to finish and post any of my art 😩 I draw ALL the time, mostly fan art, so if I posted even half as often as I draw I’d probably be fairly popular at this point, but every time I try to actually finish one of my drawings halfway through I just find myself going “Oh GOD this is sooooo boring!!” and then I quit and my art just ends up collecting dust on my bookshelf or never seeing the light of day tucked into my backpack. And it just makes me so sad because I know my work is good (it could be a LOT better, but you know...) and it deserves to be seen, I just can’t ever focus and stay passionate enough to finish anything...
I want someone to tell me about all my flaws.
So honestly, that I accept them gladly.
I want someone to tell me about
the shape of my head,
the slope of my cheek,
the cackle of my laughter,
the judgement in my eyes,
the spite in my voice,
the set of my brow,
the jut of my lip.
I want to see what my hater sees, what an intruder may see.
This curiosity I cannot feel anymore,
I am tired in this prison of a person I know
I want to know what I am not
and once I do,
I want to throw it all away
and wait to feel new again.
A DAY IN THE LIFE OF MY ODIUM F(R)IEND // Six Word Story #90
A DAY IN THE LIFE OF MY ODIUM F(R)IEND // Six Word Story #90
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