When I published this blog last week, I logged in to WordPress and realised that I had started a blog already, back in 2013. I had totally forgotten! And now I understand why my brain removed it; what I wrote was absolutely terrible! Fortunately for the world, it never came to light. Until now. I will share it here so that you can also have a laugh, at my expense. It’s on me today. In a way I can say that rereading this post did lead to something positive, as I realised that I have a much better understanding of who I am today than 6 years ago. Who the fuck thinks that s/he is always happy? Almost always, sorry, 2013 D. Even that, it’s not possible. Sorry for being honest 2013 D.
The title was – wait for it – “Diary of a (almost always) happy and smiley girl. Then the subtitle; “The life of a 21st century young woman”. Wait wait I wrote more;
“I have not always been a happy and smiley girl, and now that I can proudly say that I more or less am, it is time to start blogging! It is impossible to always be happy – and we wouldn’t appreciate happiness that much if we always were – but it is definitely possible to be happy and smiley almost all the time. Why do I blog? A 21st century young woman has to!”.
Meeoouw. I managed to make being happy sound lame. I also learned something else about myself, I use way too many hyphens when I write. And too many exclamation marks. Must be all this enthusiasm about life!!!
Joking aside, another memory came to my mind just two seconds ago, writing this post. When I was in high school, while reading poetry – probably Leopardi, I asked the teacher if you had to be depressed to be a poet, because I had the impression they all were. Now I would answer ‘I guess you do, being happy doesn’t make you a good writer’.
Blabbering of a millennial 