mark zuckerberg angst
though i’ve only published a handful of morning posts so far, i’m already noticing they can feel intense and not always universal. sometimes i still dive into self-centredness and blurred feelings and wonder if my reflections resonate or alienate.
i don’t want this space to turn into some pre-facebook-zuckerberg blog, where every post reads like longing or nostalgia for an albright chick. even if i’m not writing about a certain woman, the tone might give that impression. i want to avoid creating a pattern that feels self-indulgent or too niche.
maybe i’ll be okay - i’m at least self-aware enough to admit i've been a prick and am working through it. i hope over time the posts grow lighter or more relatable as i work my shit out.
in any case, i’ll try to chill it with the obscurities, the try-hard-writer voice. instead, i’ll look for fragments of everyday life - a routine morning ritual, observing a fleeting thought or catching a laugh - that might connect with anyone. there's nothing lonelier than a soliloquy, except one that doesn't have an audience.
if these posts aren’t landing - if they don’t make sense to a reader - they’re certainly not helping me either. part of the experiment is testing what feels authentic but also broadly human, because that's what i'm striving for - being human.