Estoy pensando seriamente en escribir bajo un seudónimo o volver a lo que hago siempre: tener perfiles privados sin seguidores.
Pero como acá nadie interactúa conmigo, sigo sintiendo que estoy hablando sola.
Algo en lo que, como se podrán dar cuenta, tengo mucha experiencia.
Publiqué en Substack algo muy personal y ahora tengo ganas de borrar mi enteraaaaa existencia del internet.
Y, por qué, se preguntarán, porque lo sentí como señal.
Es que ya yo no puedo con mi propia estupidez.
“Practice any art… no matter how well or badly, not to get money and fame, but to experience becoming, to find out what's inside you, to make your soul grow.”
- McKellen reciting Vonnegut
Girl to girl... normalize saying "I would rather adjust my life to your absence than adjust my boundaries to tolerate your disrespect." ...and walking away without guilt
You can lead an ordinary life and be an extraordinary writer. And even if you're a mediocre writer, please write. Someone will resonate with your words. We need long form content in this world of slop. I want to see people being earnest and thoughtful.
No amount of vengeance from my part could have ever brought you as much pain as you brought yourself with your own decisions.
And that's why I love Karma.