8:05 pm. My exam starts next week. End of article. Full stop.
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Just kidding (or am I?). I’m half not kidding because I am SICK of writing and just want to sleep. I’m half kidding because these daily articles make my day complete. *choices*. Sigh.
For obvious reasons, this article may be short. You know what? I’ll go dig through my archive and publish that here.
8:20 pm. Look what I found! An article I wrote in September 2018. 4 freaking years ago (save your work on the cloud, kids).
I’m pretty confused about why the title of the article is “Daddy issues and the many other issues that exists”. Anyway, enjoy reading the blast from the past.
In case I have not mentioned this previously, let me tell you loud and clear that one of my life goals is to have sound metal health. As such, I embrace the ‘let it go’, ‘think before you speak when you are consumed by an emotion’ (yes, even happiness), ‘go with the flow’, ‘fake it till you make it’, and ‘I cannot coman goan kee myself’ (I can’t kill myself) mentalities. There are many more, but, these are the ones I can remember for now. Basically, these help me deal with issues that I, otherwise, would not have been able to deal with being an extremely emotional person. In view of this, I concern myself with the mental health of other people. I show my concern by being considerate and giving room to certain behaviours because I understand the reasons for them. I also defend those who I feel are being emotionally abused. In fact, I make it a point to do exactly that, especially on the platform called Twitter.
Big talk, right? Truth is, I do all these things for other people, and even myself, only WHEN IT IS CONVENIENT. I am ashamed of this truth. But it is a pill I have to swallow. Online, the only thing that makes me different from cyberbullies is that I don’t type my mocking or hateful remarks. I say them in my mind and feel guilty afterwards, then get angry at other comments which I feel are harsh or totally insensitive. I don’t defend the bullied or emotionally abused because I feel I would be insulted, and “no one ever wants to get into a Twitter fight” or be named “I too know” for all the world to see. I care about what people think! I am not sure if caring about what others think is a bad thing or a good thing. That whole ish still confuses me.
About a year ago, I decided that I would be a therapist too.
Back to the present. I must say that there has been some mental growth. I’m not scared to stand up for people who are bullied. Secretly mocking and judging people, I make a point to NEVER do. I’ll write an article about this someday. I still care about what people think, and sometimes stop myself from giving a candid opinion on Twitter. However, as you already know from #8, a better version of me is emerging.
These are 500 words (or more ?)! Talk to you tomorrow!