I thought this would be fun
I thought this would be fun. Or cathartic. But I’m still so self-conscious about publishing my feelings on the internet—despite doing so under a pseudonym. That’s probably how it should be. Why should you feel good about publishing your feelings for anyone to see and judge you?
I suppose there’s a desire in most of us to be seen. To feel heard, validated, appreciated. But I have to balance it with the paranoia that my identity will be discovered and I will be seen too much. I’ll be judged and ridiculed.
But then I feel dumb for thinking that because that presumes people care enough about my feelings to give them any of what’s left of their attention—which has already been pillaged by the modern world from every side.
So I guess it’s more for me than anyone. I’m publishing it because maybe someone else feels the same way and maybe, for a brief moment, we can enjoy a collective sigh.
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