Greetings, I suppose.
This is a blog. I am one of the people behind “the curtain”.
I wouldnโt call myself โexcitedโ to be here, but Iโm present, which in this economy is a miracle.
People say, โYou should let people get to know the real you.โ Thatโs cute. Hereโs the real me: I wake up reluctantly, function on caffeine and spite, and navigate life like itโs a group project where no one else is helping. Iโm not mysteriousโIโm just tired and selectively social.
Letโs get the obligatory โfun factsโ out of the way:
โข I own items. I do things. Occasionally I experience joy, but I keep it quiet so no one expects it regularly.
โข Iโve never been arrested, which is either a testament to my self-control or a failure of the system.
โข I enjoy silence. Itโs my favourite sound. Right behind, โeveryone cancelled plans.โ
โข My hobbies include reading into things too much, disengaging mid-conversation without guilt, and collecting tabs Iโll never read like some people collect porcelain cats.
โข I once tried meditation, but I got distracted by the crushing weight of existence. So now I just sit still and call it โthinking.โ
Social interaction is something I endure, like a dentist appointment or team-building exercises. I nod. I blink. Sometimes I say โhaha, yeahโ to fill the void. Then I go home and analyse everything I said for the next six years.
This blog will probably contain thoughts I regret posting, opinions no one asked for, and occasional updates on my ongoing feud with mornings. I may include a recipe. For revenge.
If youโre reading this, youโre either very bored or lost. Either way, welcome.
I wonโt say I hope you enjoy it. But if you do, I wonโt hold it against you.
With mild indifference,
-Me (J.W. Eirdflower)
