And it all begins...

 

Well, Hello World!

Isn't it funny? 

How everything starts as a little thought, in the corner of the mind, tucked right next to the "so-not -happenings", "maybes" and "what if's"?

Then you start thinking about it, and the idea seems not so bad after all! So you decide to give it a try and hope for the best. It happens. Right?😏

So that's what happened, with me. The idea for this blog was in some far dark corner of my mind. And then I just decided to do it. I mean, come on! You won't know how good something is if you don't try it will you?

So here I am, trying this. And it's actually happening! (I'm so euphoric right now).

Sometimes, I feel like a coke can, that's been shook up. You know how you shake, open it and it explodes? Yeah, that's how I feel. I have so many thoughts, ideas, opinions I want to share with people. But there's always that fear in the hindsight, saying "Oh no no, that's too geeky, or flashy". 

In 5th Grade, I read a book, in a diary format. It seemed like a solution for all my problems. The protagonist there, had written all her thoughts in a diary. I got addicted to it. (I still am, but that's besides the point.) 

So I tried Diary writing. I still do it and it feels nice. Let me tell you about my experience. At the start it was amazing.. I wrote about my whole day and it felt awesome. Then as I moved higher in the age category, I stopped writing. It felt like an obligation. Like if I didn't write, I would be disappointed. Then I realized, if it felt disappointing, it's not good, Right?😐

Well that was a pretty mature step, and I'm very proud of myself. I understood that I can write when I feel like it, not because it's a new day. Can you believe it? I used to apologize to my diary, for not writing. Sounds silly? Well, yeah. It was against the very purpose of writing a diary. You write a diary to not feel judged. And I was kind of making the diary judge me. If that makes any sense. (It probably doesn't, but that's okay).

I like writing in my diary but sometimes I just need someone who listens. Who will respond to me. Who actually gives opinions, without judging me on some really embarrassing thing I did in grade 4th or 5th. (I have tons of those, but hey! You do too!) 

I need people who will value me for my thoughts, not on some vendetta bias, appearance, or my grades. And that's where the blog comes in the picture. 

Here, I can say what I want, without worrying about people judging me. Without having to endure "you're not cool" stares. 

That's why this blog is anonymous. So that I can be the Real Me. Not someone blown up, celebrity version.

My best friend Chloe (that's totally not her real name, but if I gave her name it wouldn't be anonymous) would say that me writing a blog is awesome. It is pretty cool actually. Well and my other so-called friends would say "why be anonymous". But get this, they are NOT teens with "fitting in issues". And I am, or at least, I used to be. There is a LOT to be anxious about moving to a new place. And it's perfectly normal. I got over it and now I LOVE new places!

                

Top 5 reasons for teens to get anxious about moving around.

• Feeling like a sore thumb.

• Getting to know people, and introducing yourself. (I find this really annoying).

• All the teachers being extra nice and treating you like a 5 year old.

• People (classmates) behaving like you're an alien. 

• And you're supposed to be a popular, lively person who is perfectly fine (while dealing with all the above!).

Please, picture me giving a Juliet type sigh at this point.😔
But surely, there must be others out there? Who feel just as exhausting?

What if, we all feel the same? And maybe one day when we realize we're all the same, we'll stop pretending...and actually live properly for once!    

That would be Wonderful!

But until that day. I'll say what I want to say and you can (if you want, no pressure there 😀) join me in the comments below. This could be our very own corner, of the internet. Where we don't have to pretend. So welcome to the fam!

Well Logging off,

The One Who Always Talks