Literally, I forget the social media exists as a means to create content and that it’s sole purpose is to have conversations with people you know (or even strangers). And I want to talk to someone about my latest hyperfixation, but I completely forget about being able to reach out to people on the internet. I literally have a whole blog for knitting, but I rarely, if ever, post my own content. I think a part of me is too scared to post anything because I don’t want to create bad content. However, I also know that I will never truly be satisfied by what I create, because artists (or in this case creators) are very rarely satisfied by their own work. I get so caught up in the punctuation of my own jokes, quality of my project pictures, or anything else that I just end up deleting the draft and it never sees the light of day. I literally have a running joke with my roommate about tweets I would post if I had a Twitter account. I don’t really know why I’m writing this, maybe someone else will understand.
