I feel like I am defeated by the fact of social media. It is a Catch 22 for me. I want to share but maintain a degree of mystery. I want to share but I do not want people to be jealous of my life. Actually, it is the reason why I have stopped full-on posting nice things. I post my cynicism instead. Although, I really need a good thought about it. I am a mum now.
But really, I have rebel convictions, but I respect conventions. I need my son to learn the importance of morality, uphold it or something. I am revolutionary, but my common sense always comes first. Does that make sense? Especially now, my son comes before anything.
I have another child. Not an actual human being, but a brainchild. A brand. A cause. Something existential of sort. I have not been able to nurture it in ways which would justify its life. I have been thinking for years now. It is frustrating. Yet, the thing is, people (who know it) love it.
This conversation stops here,
sC