i want to write

i don’t know why, the urge has always been there, any time that i mentioned to friends that i wanted to write i would be told “go for it”

but i still didn’t write

a lot has changed recently, things i write scroll by on the screens of more than zero people, i didn’t expect it, but now i’m writing on the internet, my words are “out there”, and i’ve never felt better

a long time silent observer

i had a lot of worries, they can all be boiled down to “who cares?”- a problem of public perception, a bundle of “what if” statements that were holding me back, a learned panic state that doesn’t exist, a way of talking myself out of something for no real reason. none of it is real.

“who cares?” has two sides, the other i discovered is “who cares?”:

• about what people think
• about if i say something stupid
• about if i’m wrong

who cares, really?

i’m writing now, btw

〆 alia