Oh my
I haven't written anything since the end of March.
I can't say I was depressed or tired; I just didn't feel like blogging. Many things happened during this time; I don't want to recap everything, because fuck it. I am not documenting my life; I just exist in my place at my pace.
I'd like to have a place that would hold me accountable, though. That would kick my ass. But for that I need people who care, but people on the Internet are not my friends.
I just feel very… phlegmatic currently. Ten years ago, social media and socialising over the internet seemed like a great thing. Now it feels like a chore. And it's just… boring. My wish to recover the habit of drawing for myself and sharing it clashes with my repulsion towards social media of all sorts.
"Go touch the grass and talk to real people," you might say. And I would love to do that if I weren't a refugee. I am hiding my identity as much as possible, and the less visible I am, the better for me and my family.
So, in essence, I have social media fatigue and a basic human need to socialise. None of the pages I created provide the cover of this need. Thank goodness at least one of them provides work.
TLDR version: I am an idiot without adequate social life.