I got married in January. We went to the court house and signed paperwork and we were carrying our baby in his carseat and I was wearing ripped up old jeans. It was a little awkward, as am I. We’ve been together since September 2017, and I notice some big differences. I’m so used to living alone, so I really did this too quickly and the adjustment period has been interesting. Now, not only do I have another adult human to live with, but a baby human.
I like to write. It’s why I started this blog so many years ago. I know that no one I know in my real life actually reads it, but for me it’s just as useful as a session with a therapist. I’m kissing it all on the forehead. Goodnight, anxiety. See you next time.
He does not write. He does not read. No social media. He does watch a lot of videos on Youtube, but otherwise does not spend any time entertaining what I like to call the Intrusive internet.
I cant even imagine not having the urge to write. I feel like we are both considered digital natives (born 1989 and 1990) but my experiences must have been much different from that of our peers growing up. I had websites from such a young age, and continued to maintain various websites and blogs into my adulthood, I know that my siblings both did as well, at least at various points. My friends would write, and I just assumed the whole world did.
At first it would be angelfire, tripod.net or AOL pages. Yahoo had a webpage hosting service as well that I had used. For me, this was an incredible outlet to show the world my art.
I could tinker and write code and make a home on this cyber planet.
I could have all of the pieces of digital furniture that my heart desired. I could write and write and share my art, my videos, my poems and ideas and life. And maybe one day someone would care. It wasn’t until years later, when I was in my early twenties that I thought about how this trend of digital lives being the norm is shaping the way people die.
I spend so much time thinking about it and I decided to model my internet life and my website as a massive memorial. I want you to be able to remember what kind of person I was when you read these posts. I am meek. I am nervous. I am trying.
And I like to write.
Oi! I read your blog! I’m in your real life! Enough of this this uncalled for historical revisionism! ;P
Also, its so weird how radically different people of our age group could grow up tech wise, not just across class lines but even within the working classes. I totally missed an early internet childhood. I didn’t immigrate to the internet until after we met late highschool.
Anywho, I know I don’t comment a lot but I love that you have been posting so much and enjoy reading them. Love you girly, keep it up! <3
Love youuuu <3 thank you so much! I really want to update enough this year to build an audience so I’ll be more motivated to make and sell prints. Every time i see my traffic go up I get excited :p One day at a time!
I was thinking about you too when I was writing this, like technically you were a part of that generation but at the same time your childhood was more akin to someone who was a child in the late 80s lol
I agree about writing out of a need and desire. You inspired me to start writing about my life, something I once did in pen and paper journals. Being read is not the goal. Being able to share is my goal. Thanks for sharing with me, and reading my thoughts, too. ❤️