So often I get asked about why I write? And to be quite honest I don’t really know. It’s actually quite natural for me to just jot down my thoughts and feelings, so much so that I never gave it much thought, as to why I write?
As a person in general (yes I know, shocker that I’m from this planet) I have always been good with communication. Not trying to gas myself up or nothing but I think I’ve mastered the art of communication. Don’t believe me? Ask anyone who I’ve ever been upset with, they can’t make me shut up. Paragraphs upon paragraphs (Yes I’m that girl). And it’s been like that for as long as I can remember, however I still didn’t take up writing until recently.
As a child I wasn’t much of a reader, I was more or less into living in my own fantasy world. The thought of reading a book seemed dull to me. That’s not to say that I never got lost into a book. But then again I’m 22 years old now and I’ve only ever enjoyed two books, both of them from the kids genre. Maybe it’s the fact that I just haven’t found my genre yet, I’m not sure. But this fact shocks many when the see the work I do today. Maybe that’s why I never saw myself writing. Because we normally assume writers like to read as well right? My whole life has been a lie.
On a side note, if you are wondering what books they are I will happily do an honest book review, it would be very short as you can imagine. Nevertheless I loved writing stories even though I did not read much. I don’t know I’m a weird one.
Fast forward to school, English was not my favourite subject it was just one of them meh ones. I was more interested in history. I actually love history and learning about cultures, traditions and lifestyles around the world. It’s truly fascinating. That’s what kept me occupied, well that and daytime television, couple of episodes of that’s so raven and there’s my teenage years.
There’s this stereotype around writers, first of all am I even a writer? I could be a robot this whole time and you guys could be getting robotfished (bad jokes make the world go round, yes that is a saying). But seriously though, why does everyone expect me to be serious (pardon the pun) all the time. Like I’m some drug free hippy always worried about the state of the world and people with their selfish nature. Yes I understand that writing is a form of expression and that I share some deep thought provoking work on here but how can you expect me to be like that 24/7. My normal thoughts consist of burgers, chicken samosas and intensive research on completely unrealistic theories because I’m all alone and google is my true love.
I have a passion for over sharing, it’s true. Every feeling I ever feel, I can’t simply give you one word details, well unless I’m not interested. If I’m happy for example, I’m never just happy, I’m bouncing off of the walls happy. The worst is when I’m sad, I can never just shut off and just sleep it through. No, my body goes on high mode and I explain ever single level of sadness I am feeling, so much so that I could write a hit tragic Bollywood love song about star crossed lovers. I’m really digging a hole for myself here. At times I wish I wasn’t so communicative but then again, at least I let it all out like a bad case of food poisoning.
This post is getting really long, so I’ll end it with this. It’s not you, it’s me. (it’s like 2:30am so let me be). All jokes aside, if you consider that a joke that is. I guess the real reason I write is because I like sharing, I like to express myself and my feelings, my thoughts and ideas to the world and in a weird way I’m in a relationship with all of you (Because God knows I have no one else to talk to). I’ve always been the kind of person who needs to have a say in certain situations and having this blog means I have the platform to.
Writing has given me the opportunity to learn about people on my own, learn their stories and connect with them. Then share them all with you. It’s a way to get through this really slow part of my life and it’s something that keeps me occupied so much so that I can’t wait to actually write a post to share, unless I have writers block that is, which is like PMS for writers (Total Betch).
Nevertheless I hope you’ve all seen the lighter side of me and realised that I actually have no idea what I’m doing. Just taking each day as it comes and hoping things make more sense in the future. This whole blog is literally just a log of me from 21+ and I hope to grow as a person with it and improve myself with writing too. The worst part of it all is the fact that no matter how fascinated you guys are by my posts, my lecturers weren’t so much. I do want to thank you guys as well, you don’t know how much it means knowing your work is relatable to other individuals and that they actually enjoy reading it.