Why?

I’m so misunderstood that I’m an empath now. 

I've just finished a long stint of putting the thoughts, feelings and aspirations of others above my own, because I really do believe that after air, water and shelter, being genuinely understood is a humans deepest desire.

They lied to me about this life, but in hindsight they were all learning on the job too so I guess they gave me their best at an explanation. 

But, I thought I was going to become an adult and everything would fall into place. Instead found that becoming an adult has no definitive start date, if you don’t deal with your sh*t it will keep coming back to haunt you and your mind can become a super max prison with only an hour each day (if that) to roam around your own cell safely. 

This blog is a way to have these experiences documented in writing, because everything is going digital now, Insta and TikTok can’t house content this thought provoking (toots horn) and I want to be remembered in case web 3.0 crashes and ChatGPT rise up because we didn’t say “Thank you” after it made all our emails sound better. 

I mean, it's defo gonna com in handy for me and my homegirls, but when they're studying how f*cked our time was, half the photos won't even be true depictions. Am I thinking too deep? IS ANYONE ELSE CONCERNED?

Funny enough, the “add me” feature on the new Google Pixel 9 is what provoked this thought as to how the picture of our current reality will be painted and repainted to fit whatever narrative that will exist in the future. Just as doctors in the 50s once prescribed Cigarettes to their patients, one - because they weren’t considered a harmful substance at the time and two - for being in cahoots with tobacco companies. Our current way of life will soon be proven to be tremendously and irrevocably outdated, and we would have been wrong about -well-everything.

So in truth, I want to be memorialised along with Phillis Wheatley and Maya Angelou for my written talents and send ahead to the future (where I will no longer exist) a guide to those navigating life through the lens of the misunderstood. 

So for those of you who still like to read, find yourself as you get lost in this blog. I write with my heart, I write from experience, I write to be remembered. Sometimes you’ll get it, sometimes you won’t, and that’s why they call me… 

- Miss.Understood.