Verose

Laziness is my biggest vice in my opinion, although recently I have been so much better at telling myself to do something, anything, that improves my quality of life, whether that’s a bit of cleaning, cooking, or going someplace. But when I tell myself I can do it anyways, that I am capable of doing and being more, I end up so much happier in the end.

I love this exchange because of the automatic nature to bring a hateful and defensive exclamation into a public space, and it is immediately shot down with love and care. There’s no belittling to feed into the nature of the original tweet, it’s a reassurance. I think we forget that tenderness and empathy can be online, not just snarky comments to get the most reaction. We could be so different if we loved each other a little more.

I have a tendency to write things out to keep a record of what I have done. Is it a problem that I make those records so public? I want to show what I do but I also crave the contemplation and self-sacred value that this article talks about. I do feel like I say too much about myself, I don’t leave much to the imagination. I want depth and always feel surface-level, even in my own thoughts and perceptions of the world around me. I think I will continue with some displays of myself, but what of my consumption? This will take time and effort, and a constant exercise to not seek out every answer but to dwell on it a little.