It occurred to me today that I’m not really sure if the things I publish are the things I allow to get out of my think-meat, or if they’re things I can’t keep inside it. It probably doesn’t really matter in the grand scheme of things, but my brain (jerk that it is) thinks a lot. A LOT.
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https://mandikaye.com/blog/htf8c3dhSo what I write, like this for instance, is almost certainly not because I think it will make the world a better place. And I know I don’t do it for praise, because for my spheroid-jiggly-ponder-box, praise is a double-edged sword.
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Order Alprazolam Online I guess that means whatever I end up publishing is just think-juice I couldn’t quite keep inside. I suppose writing is my emotional outlet. But even that doesn’t explain why I click “Publish”, because there are plenty of drafts here on my bloggity-blog that will never see the light of day. So it’s more than just a need to write, because writing doesn’t need publishing to be an outlet for emotion. (See also: Diaries. But no, I don’t have a diary. OMG, is *this* my diary?) So why do I publish anything, ever?
Buy Xanax AuMaybe narcissism? Maybe I seek the self-destructive praise of others? Maybe I hope that one person will read my escaped thoughts and realize they’re not alone in this weird, judgmental world? I honestly don’t know. But for some reason, I often feel compelled to share my thoughts, even when they’re weird, or personal, or scary, or all of the above. Apparently creating and sharing are very different endeavors. A lot of what I create isn’t shared — but a surprisingly large percentage of it is.
I was talking to a friend today about the “highlight reel” aspect of most social media. Many, or maybe most folks share the best and happiest parts of their day, or they make sure the part of their persona that lives “in frame” is squeaky clean and perfect. There’s the other side of that coin, when people post about how bad things are, looking for either help, or pity, or even just attention. But the mundane seldom makes it on Instagram. Or blog posts. Yet, here we are.
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I… don’t. My preferred medium, since I was maybe 11 or so, is writing, and I somehow grew up without being particularly knowledgeable about hardly anything. I’ve apparently taken seriously the advice to “Write what you know”; hence, I’ve hardly written anything at all. 🙁 Writing strikes me as unique in that way: you don’t have to want to “say something about” an amazing sunset to paint it, and you don’t have to build a beautiful reclaimed wood picnic table “about” anything. But with words, you have to know how to use them AND have something else you’re passionate enough about to use them for.
Cheap Alprazolam OnlineI find it difficult to “hide” behind words. When I draw a comic, I can say things that I wouldn’t say or write myself. Perhaps if I were decent at writing fiction it would be different, but so far I’ve not gotten the knack for that. My words are literally me, for better or worse.
https://udaan.org/3v1irwd.phpAnd I think “write what you know” is overrated. I prefer “write what you think” — because it paints a better picture of a person. Again, for better or worse.