fandoms, accomplishments, and what it means to be a part of this world
Okay the title is poetic (and incomprehensible to anyone but me. no you will not know the meaning by the end of this. or idk maybe you will I can be very longwinded and rambly.) and all, but this basically just a life update + vent post. LMAO Don't worry, the vent part is at the very end and clearly skippable! And, this is actually a rather happy post, all things considered. AMAZING NEWS GUYS!!! The very first two "true" fandom events I've been a part of has concluded with major success!!! RBB and RSG were both such fun events to participate in, and got me doing so many things I've never thought I could ever do (Write multiple fics in one week, make some art, MAKE A WHOLE VISUAL NOVEL IN POWERPOINT. IN TWELVE HOURS. THAT ALSO GOT DUBBED HOLY SHIT THIS IS STILL SO INSANE TO ME. i still cry thinking about it omfg i love my friends guys). The experiences I've gained and the people I've met are all things I am so very grateful for. I know that these events will impact me for years to come both in ways that I can feel and in ways I could probably never even dream of. Thank you so much to the amazing people who hosted the events (Rina and the other RBB mods, MARA. SELFHOSTING GYE WEEK WAS SO INSANE OF YOU.) and to the similarly amazing people who participated in this event. It was so vibrant and full of joy and made creating such a beautiful experience. That said, this is Dark's Journal. And this is a vent post. NOT ABOUT THE EVENTS THE EVENTS WERE GREAT just about the stuff I've discovered about myself along the way. (^. .^) THE VENT BEGINS. YOU'VE BEEN WARNED. (^. .^)Ⳋ I had to write this by hand because the feelings got to be a little too much. The only stationary I could comfortably reach were the cutesy pocket sized notebook and Hatsune Miku themed highlighters I got for my birthday. Sorry to the person that gifted me these LMAO I know you're gonna read this eventually. Growing up, I was the standard definition of a 'gifted kid'. I got good grades, had a "skill" i was endlessly praised for, and was generally lauded to be better. A very egotistical view, but that's exactly what I was. An egotistical, selfish little kid. And then I found out I actually wasn't that special and it sent me down the 'burnt out gifted kid' pipeline. Because honestly, what's the point of doing anything at all if you weren't good at it? What's the point of trying if you can't be the best. What's the point. There was no point. sigh. i promise my life story is relevant to this vent i SWEAR. This mentality grew on me like mold. It stuck to me for so long, that even now, I keep having to peel pieces of it off of myself. It's so inherently ingrained into my being that it feels like me, because I can recognize that most, if not all, of my behavior stems from it. I live only through acknowledgment. I thrive through the attention. My entire self worth hinges on how other people view me, and if they have a negative perception of me then what's even the point of trying to improve myself? I'm still an extremely compulsive liar, habitually embellishing random details to make myself seem just a tad bit more impressive than I actually am. I did it here too. Did you know that I stopped writing this message by hand barely even halfway through? I was called to dinner, and after I came back, felt too bored of the thought. But it made me look impressive right? Even for a second? It made this look all the more sincere, did it not? That I wrote such a thing by hand and later transcribed it digitally. yay for undiagnosed mental illnesses guys! i swear im going to be medicated soon. so long as i get over my fear of phone calls and actually talking to people. Anyways. I've grown out of a lot of the worst parts of myself. Maybe. The self-consciousness is still there. I still feel that self-loathing, that ever-present feeling of "I will never be enough" and "there are always people better than me", but its. better. A big part of this is actually fandom!!!!! Yay fandom!!! Go join fandom guys it will change you im so serious!!! Okay that's a bit of an exaggeration. It's more to do with the fact that I've met people who can... actually understand me and my efforts. Over the years I've lost a lot of friends (majorly due to my own faults but that's not a topic for today) and gained new ones, but none of them like the same things I do, or do the same things I do. This made it really hard for me to get that external validation that I so crave, but it also made my ego grow to the size of the atmosphere. Because I was special. Because I could do things they can't. And then I introduced my friend to writing, and they got better than me in the span of an year. And then I met a friend in uni who knew nothing about webdev, and they also got better than me in the span of an year. They did so well. I'm so proud of them. I'm so fucking jealous. Well, I'm not jealous now (?) But I truly felt such visceral and instinctual jealousy when I first noticed these improvements. It was so annoying. It was so exhausting. I'm so tired of myself. This may also just be a side effect of my undiagnosed and unmedicated mental illnesses, but I can never really get better at anything. I get a burst of motivation for two weeks, improve rapidly, and then immediately start stalling; which is when I'll lose interest in whatever I was doing at the time. Forever mediocre. Jack of all trades, master of none, not even better than a master of one. That was my self-perception for so long. I am mediocre. I will never live up to my full potential. I am lazy, unmotivated, and I lie so much that I can't keep any of my promises. And then fandom happened. And I met people. And I was proven wrong again and again and again. I can do things. I do have skill. I can. I don't think I'm at that point where I can conceivably say that "I am not lazy" or "I am not mediocre" or "I am special". But I can say that I am capable. And that feels enough. For now, anyways. I've kept my promises. I've accomplished my goals. I am not a fraud. I will be okay. Someday, I will be kinder to myself. I will promise myself that, because I am someone who can fulfill promises. Oh my fuck that was so unbearably sentimental. Ough whatever you came here knowing that this website is my journal and that this is a vent post. If you cringe then that is your fault, not mine.