hi! happy july!
i'm grateful for your support this month, as always. ♡
preface, july 1st, 2022 —
i was going to post something else, from september 2013, titled " 091813 vulnerability/all-nighter hangover.txt " — but instead, i came across " vulnerability.txt " from april 2014, before my brain split the fuck apart even worse. i was 23 years old.
content: thoughts, neutral mood
we pay a lot of lip service to the idea of “vulnerability” on the internet, especially in the world of “personal blogs.”
we talk about “authenticity,” versus instagrams filled with lies and wishlist lives.
i had this conversation with someone a while ago:
is it really “vulnerability” if we’re controlling what can hurt us?
the definition of vulnerable means “able to be wounded.”
when we instagram our less-than-perfect houses, our faces without make-up, and write about our past struggles to the internet, are we really willing to be wounded by the receivers of those words?
nota bene, july 1st, 2022 — personal blogs are kinda dead now. that sucks. i'm working on bringing them back. wish me luck.