This post is going to be short. It’s my small contribution for the day to people everywhere. I could have chosen to NOT write this post, because it’s really going to be too brief to matter. No one will share links to it claiming it’s a comprehensive guide or the most robust resource available.
If there’s any positive I can take from this pandemic, it’s that the mandatory shifts in behavior have jarred me out of my comfort zone enough to allow me to see missed personal opportunities.
Life introduced me to depression in the second grade. My parents decided to pull us out of the only school I’d ever known and move us to another city. Halfway through the school year. I was placed in an unsafe environment and I was clearly marked as the enemy.
Sometimes it’s too hard to find the right words, and you have to just step out and speak your truth regardless.
I love those pages where you search for something or type the URL wrong and you get some wacked out photo of a dinosaur having a panic attack.
You know the ones. You’ve landed on page that doesn’t exist, and rather than being lame and saying “Please try again”, it tells you to go eat a donut and make a wish or it donates a peso to a Columbian cartel.
Do they even use pesos in Columbia? I’m guessing not. That’s a shame. Pesos would be YUGE.
… Is For A Blog That No One Reads
I know because I’ve been blogging since 2005 – when the rest of you were still designing your MySpace pages (or wetting your diapers).
Chances are, you’re here because it occurred to you that it might be cool to own a domain called Supposed.ly and so you typed it into your address bar to see if it already exists.
Bummer. It does. And by the way, this random guy is talking to me about how we should pretend to care about each other.
I spent two weeks searching Twitter for regular people talking about self-awareness, and you know what? Basically everyone talking about self-awareness is selling something.
Does that surprise you? It does and it doesn’t surprise me. It does, because I wondered what other words regular people are using when they talk about being self-aware. But it doesn’t surprise me because no one I know actually talks about self-awareness.
I’m watching Megyn Kelly interview Tara Reade on Instagram. Earlier I watched clips of late night show hosts talk informally from their homes. There’s something about simple video production that makes celebrities seem so much more normal.
I rarely trust a confident person. Knowing what I know about my own self – my fallibility, my frequent lack of direction, and my ability to find a caveat to nearly every rule – the idea that a person exists in the world who doesn’t struggle with one or all of those things seems preposterous.