I kind of want to be seen, yet at the same time I’m hiding myself. The other day Peggy asked me why I didn’t mention our engagement, I straight out said “are you gonna control what I write now?”. which makes her sad.

Then the following days she doesn’t read my diary anymore. I feel relieved at some level, but at the same time I feel a little disappointed. So do I want to be watched daily by the love of my life? I think yes and no at the same time, and it still functions well.

Today we checked in in a 5 star hotel to get ready for a talk in a conference tomorrow. My talk is about how web2 and web3 differs. At the dinner party I met a lot of web2 people, I mean, successful people. They are founders, C-levels or Directors.

I don’t like mingling at noisy events as my hearing isn’t good enough to catch everyone’s words and I sometimes need to “pardon” not only once, which is awkward. I’m always curious how they manage this.

It’s like a battle field. When you talk to someone, you need to really fight by shouting or getting really close to their ear, otherwise you will be sitting there like an idiot. You either fight, or be the idiot.

I’ve been practicing to live the idiot’s life because at work they treat me like an idiot, so tonight I was trying to just sit there and don’t feel embarrassed. Until a girl started talking to me. Asked me what I did before this web3 company.

I told her my previous company’s name, a web2 company that I founded. She was like “wow am I sitting with the founder of this famous company!” Oh so now I’m good again because I’m at a web2 party? In the end maybe it makes sense I’m an idiot in web3.

I guess I’m climbing a mountain from web2 to web3 and it’s a steep journey, I keep sliding down, and everyone uphill just look down on me, just like how I look down on those downhill. If I don’t forgive them, I shouldn’t forgive myself either.

https://opensea.io/assets/ethereum/0x495f947276749ce646f68ac8c248420045cb7b5e/19289043477987981042814920477202086135675567400894939442083619827641059639297/

I kind of want to be seen, yet at the same time I’m hiding myself. The other day Peggy asked me why I didn’t mention our engagement, I straight out said “are you gonna control what I write now?”. which makes her sad.

Then the following days she doesn’t read my diary anymore. I feel relieved at some level, but at the same time I feel a little disappointed. So do I want to be watched daily by the love of my life? I think yes and no at the same time, and it still functions well.

Today we checked in in a 5 star hotel to get ready for a talk in a conference tomorrow. My talk is about how web2 and web3 differs. At the dinner party I met a lot of web2 people, I mean, successful people. They are founders, C-levels or Directors.

I don’t like mingling at noisy events as my hearing isn’t good enough to catch everyone’s words and I sometimes need to “pardon” not only once, which is awkward. I’m always curious how they manage this.

It’s like a battle field. When you talk to someone, you need to really fight by shouting or getting really close to their ear, otherwise you will be sitting there like an idiot. You either fight, or be the idiot.

I’ve been practicing to live the idiot’s life because at work they treat me like an idiot, so tonight I was trying to just sit there and don’t feel embarrassed. Until a girl started talking to me. Asked me what I did before this web3 company.

I told her my previous company’s name, a web2 company that I founded. She was like “wow am I sitting with the founder of this famous company!” Oh so now I’m good again because I’m at a web2 party? In the end maybe it makes sense I’m an idiot in web3.

I guess I’m climbing a mountain from web2 to web3 and it’s a steep journey, I keep sliding down, and everyone uphill just look down on me, just like how I look down on those downhill. If I don’t forgive them, I shouldn’t forgive myself either.

https://opensea.io/assets/ethereum/0x495f947276749ce646f68ac8c248420045cb7b5e/19289043477987981042814920477202086135675567400894939442083619827641059639297/