gm!!!!!!! Why do I suddenly feel transported to my childhood bedroom circa 2004, up past midnight in the glow of my turquoise clamshell iBook, carefully crafting my first Livejournal post?
Maybe it’s nostalgia…
…maybe it’s the Millenial urge to find real love while making a fast fortune on the internet…
…but lately I see all things web3 with a holographic sheen. I’m lit up with the potential here.
If you’re reading this, isn’t it delicious? To be, as Alexis Ohanian so presciently put it, “early and right”?
When I look back on my Livejournal days, I see a teenage fixation on identity. I see my true self, my inner goof, a dimpled smirk behind the screen, unsure if my weird belonged anywhere. Trying on angles and filters to see if they’d make my weirdness go away. Feeling I needed to fit a mold of…
white thin hairless virginal good-girl-but-who’s-down-for-whatever
…to be worthy of love.
(The Millenial urge to mistake Mean Girls for reality.)
Sup I’m 32 now and idgaf what ppl think !!!!!
On this day
…02/02/2022…
I hereby claim these weird wilds within, and I call out into the æther for my kin - lemme know if you can hear me <3