someone liked one of my posts from over a year ago which prompted me to go through my archive and read some of my old stuff.
it was weird, but i liked it. i liked having something tangible to trace my thoughts back to. i liked seeing how my writing has progressed or regressed. i liked reading what i was into writing then compared to what i’m into writing now. i liked it all. it was interesting. if you asked me to explicitly recall any of the things i wrote about, i wouldn’t be able to tell you, but as i read through the posts, i could remember how i felt when i wrote those things and connect to it from a different level now.
then and now, what a concept.
some people are so transparent online. they break up with their boyfriends, and their statuses are the latest taylor swift lyrics or some other dumb quote. the smarter ones have an introspective epiphany and share it with the world. most think that these kinds of people are annoying, and they are. but on some level, i can admire these online personas. maybe the heartbroken girlfriends are too dumb to recognize that the world wide web is a big place, and maybe the geniuses are too smart to be limited to the boundaries of the real world, but in the end, they are able to share how they honestly feel, and it’s that sincerity that brings me back to them.
sincerity, what a concept.