Why do I want authenticity?
I recently saw a sketch of two American people working in a supermarket. They had to sell a new brand of salsa and their (white) manager told them to put on an accent. They refused, of course, and tried to sell it by simply asking people to try a sample. After a couple hours, and no interested people, they caved and put on that accent.
Blue Fridays
Sometimes it feels like I’m living two lives. One during the week, Monday through Thursday. I go to work, do all kinds of organising and planning to live as productively as possible. Every hour is accounted for.
An entirely different life starts on Fridays.
I wonder how to be a woman
A couple months ago, I started an Instagram account with the name: “How to be a woman”. Apparently it’s true what they say; as soon as your frontal lobe develops, you see the world in an entirely different light.
Chasing peace
I take it way too seriously, every creative thing I want to do. I see the stories online of people my age who started doing anything and blew up with it. Their whole lives changed in an instant.
I don’t want to be a writer, I just want to write
I’m scared of failing. Scared of succeeding. I’m scared of any result that might come out of me doing something. So, I just freeze. It’s awful.
This scares the shit out of me
Like most people I have a lot of desires and ambitions. I want to be and do things. All kinds of things. It used to surprise me to see how many things I wanted to be in this life. It seemed like too much for 80-some odd years.
The start, the pain and the hope
I’ve wanted to become a writer forever. I can’t pinpoint exactly where it started, but I’ve always written all kinds of things; lists, stories, poems, travel journals. I used to love to read as a kid. My parents would always find me curled up in a corner with a book or a magazine. I just love stories.
The dream in pink
One time I dreamt I had hot pink shorts on, along with a plain white crewneck T-shirt. For some reason I didn’t like the outfit. Which is weird because it was my dream, so I must’ve chosen the outfit in the first place. But I felt self-conscious in it. Luckily, I happened to come by a secondhand store that looked really good.