I came across this blog post on Creature Comforts a long time ago and have been meaning to write my own ever since. It turns out that “Things I’m Afraid to Tell You” was a huge blog movement in 2012. Huffington Post wrote an article about it. It was a backlash against the blog world’s tendency to portray the lives of bloggers in a perfect, sanitised, and censored light. If anything, I worry about the opposite – that I say too much and share too much of my negativity. Even so, I appreciate the idea so here it goes.
I don’t have a tribe and probably never will. I don’t identify with the online all-female mixed-media shabby-chic clique. I’m too cynical for all the new-age spiritualism and just generally feel like misbehaving and being contrarian when in this environment. I realise that a hefty proportion of readers of this blog are of this persuasion and I hope me saying I don’t feel an affinity to this group doesn’t leave you feeling judged. It’s just not for me. It’s cool if it’s for you.
I spent most of my twenties never ever initiating get-togethers with friends because this requires a belief that people actually want to spend time with you and enjoy your company. The idea of doing anything for my birthday still terrifies me. To me, birthdays are annual popularity evaluations.
I’m ashamed of how unproductive I am. I’m so appalled that it’s February already and I’ve achieved nothing. I have absolutely no excuse for this.
This is supposed to be when I say how freeing and real I feel now, but I’ve spent so long trying to think of scary things to tell you all I just generally feel a bit down. I hope somebody got something out of this. In hindsight this is probably only a cathartic exercise when you’re doing it as a blog challenge with hundreds of other bloggers. Doing it wrong…