And I will follow where this takes me
And my tomorrows long to be unknown
When all is shaken, be my safety
In a world uncertain, say You’ll be my stone…
paro
n. the feeling that no matter what you do is always somehow wrong—that any attempt to make your way comfortably through the world will only end up crossing some invisible taboo—as if there’s some obvious way forward that everybody else can see but you, each of them leaning back in their chair and calling out helpfully, colder, colder, colder.
If I start this blog the way I want to and say, “I don’t understand,” then some of you will lash out that here I go again playing the victim.
If I start this blog and say “How f-ing dare you all,” then some of you will lash out that here I go being a bitch again.
If I start this blog and say “I give up,” then some of you will lash out that here I go being melodramatic again.
So instead, I simply have to start this blog saying I don’t know how to start this blog. Heh.