When I was 9 years old a teacher told me I should have become a journalist, after she read an analysis of a newspaper article I drafted for an assignment. This memory stuck. I didn’t become a journalist, I didn’t even really tried to, even if I did publish an article here and there. Writing has always accompanied me though, and today this urge, passion, however we want to describe it, it’s taking the shape of a blog. It will have no such thing as a topic, it will be a collection of streams of consciousness, of putting into words thoughts and reflection of a millennial.
Why didn’t I do it before despite many friends suggested me to put my writing out there? Too many blogs, too many more interesting things to read online. Why do I do it now? With age comes wisdom, and the need of validation decreases. Only at 35 I can say that I do it for myself, to see what comes out of it. And because I am jealous of many (far more than I ever expected!) friends and acquaintances who published books.
Considering the society I live in at the moment, expect a lot of blabbering about social interactions, first world problems, feminism, colonialism, racism and climate change. I have political views but I do not intend to express them here. Well, at least not stricto sensu, since everything is political, especially the topics I just mentioned. Maybe there will be some here and there. #willsee. #staytuned.
Disclaimer. Real facts and people are mentioned here, without names. I acknowledge the fact that not mentioning names doesn’t guarantee privacy as the situation allows to recognise persons mentioned. I would therefore delete such mentions if asked to. Happily, as it will be a proof someone is reading 🙂
Blabbering of a millennial 