To be honest I hate introductions. It feels like the getting to know you games on the first day of school; meeting new people is never not awkward and a little weird for me. The pressure to impress is always pretty high.
I get that it’s important though. It’s the answer to the question “who cares?” a better question would be “who are you and why should I care?” It’s probably a little more like speed dating… I think I just made the comparison worse.
Anyway. I'm a new librarian working in New York City. I love my job — you’ll read more about it in future posts. I'm getting closer to fulfilling a childhood dream of living in the city, not commuting from the suburbs until I burn out.
I'm a failed journalist. I got my bachelors in journalism and media with a focus on cultural studies and criticism, but the road to success never runs smooth. I could write several posts about what happened to me between 2016 and today. In fact I probably will.
I'm a reader and a sponge for information. I always have been; I need to know what’s going on even if it makes me angry or upset. I was a curious and precocious kid, and I'm an even more curious and socially conscious grown up. I probably care too much. I've read at least 15 books a year for the last three years. I love any form of storytelling: film, tv, podcasts, I don’t discriminate.
I'm disabled. I was born that way. I have cerebral palsy. I don't know anything different and yet I still find myself cursing my body and grieving what I didn't have. it’s shaped who I am in…. just about every way, but it’s also not everything (I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve said some version of that sentence).
I’m queer. I probably have been for much longer than I realize, but I didn’t “officially” come out until I was 23. All genders are attractive to me; i don’t care what someone identifies as, all that matters is that I like them.
I'm mentally ill. I have anxiety and PTSD, probably from a whole bunch of trauma (medical and otherwise) mixed with genetics. I don't go to therapy enough but most of the time I feel okay.
I've written and erased a few versions of this paragraph. I'm afraid I'm starting to babble. if I’m comfortable, when I get started I don’t shut the fuck up. I think I've covered the basics. Anything else will more than likely be a future post. This is going to be a place for me to talk about what matters to me, whether it’s serious or silly. I want to connect with other people, those who feel similarly to me and those who are drawn to me, for whatever reason. Frankly I don’t care which you are, just that you’re here and want to keep reading.
I'm gonna be straightforward: are we friends now?
Whatever your perceived faults might be, not knowing how to arrange words in an aesthetically pleasing manner isn't one of them. You seem pretty good at this writing thing.