The only time I've really been seen was by a 1-800-psychic I called when I was fourteen. She said that she could tell I was smart and talented, but that I needed to come out of hiding.
Most people are not generous with their eyes, ears, mind...
and, I know that is a depressing sentiment--that I've been the-best-seen by a stranger across space--but I don't have any choice but to own that now. Understand it. Use it. Observation serves more than what is being observed. In the past, I would have made it a farce, avoided feelings, for worry that it would be too emotionally tasking for others. Still could. It is needy, and, well, disregard the privilege problems, and, lack of a sense of humor for own melodrama.
But these platforms are echo chambers (could we say something anymore cliche?)
And, we've never wanted anything from anyone, but self-sustained.
Note to self: when was it okay?
Misery porn is so 2014.
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