Hello! Thank you. You’ve stopped scrolling, taken the time to read my caption, and I’m grateful. You are, hopefully, a good egg.
I’m taking this moment, and weekend, to clue you in to why I run this account and make you feel welcome, so go on, drop me a little piece of info about yourself below, or just your favourite emoji so I can psychoanalyse you.
I’ll start the ball rolling: tonight, after getting distracted by my friend’s cat, I fell down an entire flight of stairs… I have carpet burns. 🦔
Before 2017, all my social media accounts were set to private, I didn’t use them that frequently, didn’t ever search for anyone or add people who didn’t request me first.
Social media, to me, was a bit like Cerberus, that multi-headed dog that guards the gates of the Underworld in Greek mythology. I felt, and still feel, an unease about what curating your life online means; an exasperation with trying to find validation in such a superficial setting; and, finally, an anxiety about unexpected and intrusive blasts from the past. (Seriously, WHY add someone you haven’t seen for years but then not even acknowledge them when they accept your request? What motivates this weirdness? Would you knock on an old friend’s/colleague’s/partner’s front door just to act like you weren’t there when they opened it?) Then, I started my MA in Travel and Nature Writing, launched my blog as a way to motivate me to put myself ‘out there’ and started running music bingo nights in Cardiff. Suddenly, being under the radar was counterproductive.
So, I created public accounts and pages, all in the name of establishing a community of like-minded people who may, eventually, want to read my work despite not being a blood relative.
End of part 1.
This patch is my FAVOURITE, from quite a large collection. Made by the Absolutely Fabulous @twin_made
and is appropriate because I'm being so honest! 🐴