WHAT DOES MY BLOG SAY ABOUT ME TO YOU?
Social media requires you to brand yourself. The way in which you capitalize or uncapitalize your name, what your username suggests about you, if you have congruent photos with a coherent theme, all serve to curate an image on behalf of me to you.
We brand ourselves. We post pictures to prove our attractiveness. We color code our feeds just ever so slightly to attune an image, an image we feel comfortable becoming in the eyes of others. It’s my first impression to you, and I’m already posturing for your attention— for your approval— for your adoration. Is my image agreeable to you— is it even pleasurable?
The image is curated around the potential observer, and that places the observer in the position of power. The image must be so cultivated, because it is now understood to be synonymous with the person. In this case I must be so gentle with its curation— I need to be understood as what I desire to be understood as. If I am visible, I should be contextualized, I should be understood. This is all in the hands of the observer: you may try your best to influence their perception, but that last step of remediation (your given content fed into their fundamental understanding) is all dependent on their clarity-of-mind in reference to yours (and a bit’a good timing, for sure).
To leave this in the hands of the observer is dangerous. I am more than what they could ever perceive: depth is not easily estimated from the surface, not with our incredibly shortsighted human eyes; I am more than what they could ever perceive. To build any connections off of this incredibly unstable ground is begetting failure instantly. To buy into an illusion just because it’s supplemented by collective hysteria, to roll over to the shittiest prebuilt model before any resistance given: to accept this contract is to accept your place in it. You replicate it and attach it to your very understanding of your self. It becomes you before you ever could’ve understood that it was acceptably something separate.
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Howdy Dowdy, Guys Gals & Non-binary Pals, Time for a Life Update
Its a bit past 2:00 now
I haven't slept a wink
My dickhead aunt and her bf have complete control over the temperature bullshit in my house, so the house is cold asf rn (THEY NEVER TURN OFF THE GODDAMN AC)
I'm running on shitty fanfiction and the will to make like- 6 cavities go away because they don't hurt but I've still completely fucked myself over and I HATE the dentist
We're moving soon [majority of shit in my house is already in storage except clothes, and dishes, and the singular functioning tv], I just have literally no fucking clue where we are moving to
Lets see uhm what else- Discord is indeed working, yippie ofc, but I- [*thinking thoughts being thunk*] I lost motivation to talk to people for some reason, at least I think Im wording that right. Mostly cause on Discord, I love the people I talk to, I really do, but I never realized how hard it is being a therapist in a jester costume for everyone, so with that plus all the bullshit of moving plus the fact not a single person in my family can get along for more than five seconds uhm... yeah- I'm exhausted, and because its only two people moving all this shit [that being me and my parental figure] I feel like my bones got thrown into a blender, which doesn't help because I'm naturally weak to the point even my xbox alone is super heavy- dunno if my weak ass body structure should be a concerning thing??
BUT- LISTEN UP- HEAR ME OUT- Me and my parental figure MIGHT be getting into this really nice 1 bedroom apartment, its not much, but its super pretty, and theres actually other families there n shit, so like ✨yay I finally get to socialize face to face with people even though face-to-face interaction sounds like a dream and a nightmare✨
PLUS- I got the haircut I've been dying for, and it came out super nice :D
PLUS PLUS- I got some super old slinkydog toy and a switchblade comb from Cracker Barrel
PLUS PLUS PLUS- Its been a very long time since I've been yelled at, and so far, no physical harm has been done to me by my family [aside from my toddler cousins punching me and shooting me with nerf guns Lmao] so FUCK YEEEAAAHHH FEELIN ✨G O O D✨
PLUS PLUS PLUS PLUS- I'm finally getting a job soon [my school NEVER gave me a work permit, and I'm old enough to work anyways]. I'm planning at working at the movie theater since we already live close to it, and if we get the apartment I had liked, we still live close to it :D It'll probably be sometime after we get settled in the new place
Life ain't too bad rn, I've randomly been getting like- midnight existential dread??- that or my random spikes of paranoia are just really kicking in because of the move- so now whatever the fuck it is is just being used as a motivation to focus on a future I want, will enjoy, and will support me all throughout. For once, I actually see my future being bright :D
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