Today is the first day of the rest of your life
wrote this at 3am and hit publish, no second read. I think i'm just trying to get something off my chest
*paywalling this in 7 days*
The death of my father split my life into BC and AD. Who I was before the age of 20 was entirely different from who I am now. I don’t have much contact with my BC friends, and the ones I do have we’re not close. Most friends I have today are from AD, and so there’s this weird disconnect between who I know I am (and have been for most of my 25-year-old life) and who my social circle knows, because I started writing in my AD phase. The public as well: I think most people know me as a writer1, which is the persona I took on in AD. I like being a writer. I love writing precisely because I don’t have to be me on the page. That’s probably why I write so differently from how I speak—my friends know this, people who have met me from online know this. I write well, but i speak like a child, especially if i have to explain something I’m obsessed with, actually.