rambles that go nowhere #1
I was up last night, staring at the ceiling unable to sleep like usual, thinking about how I could take this blog and make it into something I might feel okay to show people. A nice little place to share things I enjoy, maybe my irl journal hobby, a bit of art, maybe actual thought out... thoughts.
Thing is from 12-26 I would absolutely drain all my misery and rage into an online journal, so when I'm confronted with a textbox my immediate reaction is to conjure up all my negativity, then slam in it into my keyboard. I don't know if that's a uniquely millennial problem, but livejournal and all it's siblings did this to me. Then the internet on the whole is SO negative, the ragebait engagement machine it is, that sometimes it just feels so forbidden to be happy online.
Unlearning that habit and being more... focused on sharing the good, within this context, might take some practice.