As someone who is hard to express my own feelings, I tend to look to other’s writings.
Disbelief that I can have above-average writing skills, or to be acknowledged in the creative industry, I find it comforting to look for the easy way – the works of others. Submerging my life into tons of books, movies, and games. I show people that I am a gamer, while deep down inside, I am more a reader than a gamer. And a fan of arts, musicals, also goofy things. I’ve been told to have a short fuse, but I learned to control that around people.
I also tend to ramble when I write. Vomiting words into the blank space.
I adore handwriting, not typing. For me, you need effort with handwritten notes. Also, by writing notes, I can remember them more easily than typing.
As I think about these random things, my mind shifted to those who I think really know me. And how I never asked what they think of me as a person. Or maybe I did but forgot the answer. How I remember things in little fragments rather than a full vivid memory.
Tonight, I asked the important question to myself: How would you express these feelings? How would you tap into who you really are? And introduce that person to the world?
A writer | researcher | lecturer who also a tech-addict and internet-junkie