So due to unfortunate circumstances (my boredom and bad decision making tendecies), I’m starting a blog! (the only 2 people sitting on the bleachers: woooooo)
I’ve been toying with this idea for a while now but I kept dropping my motivation and struggling to pick it up. I have the attention span of a commercial break and I am an inherently lazy person (but that is probably my best attribute. for example, everyday I consider shaving my head just to see what it would look like but I just can’t bother to graduate from under my duvet long enough to actually do it)
However, after much research, consideration, and experimentation, I have decided that at some point in the future, I am definitely going to regret this decition BUT what the hell ever, right?? [whispers] between you and me, I haven’t had caffeine in 24 hours and I feel very outside of myself right now, I’ll probably also tell her (me) to get a tattoo of a moth or a dragon or something I don’t have to take responsibility for!!
Okay now folks, fun fact: my friends had to talk me through making this blog for over two days and yes, I am really going to be one of those people in fifty years time who doesn’t know how to work a goddamn hologram.
See the thing is: blogs give you a very limited and controllable window into someone’s personality. a nice bite-sized chunk of who they are. and so I was striving to cultivate a unique blogging style so if I’m murdered and someone tries to update my blog as a ruse, you can rat them out. Though, I’m pretty sure the only thing my blog will say about me is that I’m a grammatically incorrect two stacked sacks of potatoes in a trench coat pretending to be a girl and nobody would even bother.
So after my aformentioned research, one thing kept nagging at my brain: why does everyone continue to stay silent about the REAL demons (people with dynamic and cool and vivacious blogs)?? can you imagine that there are actual…real life… people who actually live in those rusticcore homes you see on those pictures. Like, holy shit. there are people who come home from work and sit in those minimalist bare brick bedrooms with their fairy lights and read books. people who have window seats with lots of pillows and light curtains flowing in the breeze while they’re sitting there, eating fresh mangos and watching the rain. people who spend their weekend in small cozy homes with breakfast nooks on the Mediterranean coastline and deem us – unworthy plebeians – worthy of such wonderous views!!
And then I think about me, in my tiny college dorm with the awful lightning and the tiny shelf-wannabe where my books are miserably stacked and I think, ‘well…you’re definitely not getting into the kind of blogging where publishing companies send you free books, that’s for sure!!’
But you know what? That’s okay. I’m just here to cry about how great books are and how much good they put into the world. and also, make bad irrelevant jokes, I guess??
Anyways, let the warm autumn blogging begin!!