“I want to know everything about you, so I tell you everything about myself.”
Well, that’s the ‘everything-about-me-in-one-sentence’ I stole from Amy Hempel. If I was to write it, my self introduction would not be one-sentence long.
You know, I have these pairs of frighteningly bright orange socks that look so ugly, no one with any sense of taste would ever wear them. But I got the socks in bulk (yep!) from Walmart with a super duper cheap price, so I don’t really care, as long as I can cover the socks with pants and shoes. The other part of the story is, I have this part in me that wears people out. I’m extraordinarily sentimental for no apparent reason, as if I was born with a permanent disease of melancholia. I’m pessimistic about the future even though I don’t really have anything to complain about my life, i.e., my neurons are always in desperate need of serotonin and dopamine. This emotional, gloomy, sorrowful, dreary, overcast part of me is like those ugly socks – which I try to hide from other people as much as I can, because, you know, no one wants to be around a ball of negativity. But – and this is a big but – this blog is personal. This blog is the collection of my mental ugly socks. If you are here, let me just extend my arms to welcome you in the least creepy way possible, and say that I appreciate you, a lot.