It takes me awhile to trust people, especially online people. Or maybe not especially, as they cannot hurt me like real people can…

I watch. And read. And look for proof of truth in their words: are they consistently kind to everyone or do I find cruelty hidden in their closet? Are they building me up whilst tearing others down? Do they discriminate against a group or secret away their misogyny?

Men and women, I watch, because the people who have hurt me have been clever chameleons. I’ve ignored my inner voice when I’ve witnessed inconsistencies that weren’t directed at me and when I’ve made that mistake, without fail, eventually I’ve become the object of their hatred, as anyone who trusts someone who hates eventually will.

Anyway, all of this to say I was a little afraid of you but you are good, I think.

So thank you for being part of my little corner of this big place.

I still don’t know what I want to be when I grow up, but I know I want it to be spelled right and punctuated correctly. I guess that’s something.

I still don’t know what I want to be when I grow up, but I know I want it to be spelled right and punctuated correctly. I guess that’s something.