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Shards Of Identity
Back in school, one of my all-time favorite assignments on Finnish and literature lessons was to write about yourself as a person. We had one of these writing sessions almost every school year at the start of the first semester in August. I’ve always loved writing, my strongest suits have been academic, analytical, and reflective writing. As much as I love literature and prose in particular, I am not a prosaist by any stretch of the imagination (I suck at story-telling really bad). But self-reflection is something innately natural to me, has always been. That’s probably why I loved those assignments so much, and it seemed like my teachers enjoyed reading my texts too.
Give Yourself Up
Do you remember what was your main interest, something that you really really loved, when you were a child? Has that interest extended its way to your adulthood, or have you forgotten about it entirely? Or, the third option, were you forced to let go of that interest because of what other people had been doing to you?
Reboot The Game
I used to be an avid Sims player, like a lot of kids my age. I was nine years old when the Sims 3 was released, it was the first game I ever had the pleasure of owning and playing on my laptop. Until then, I had just watched my friends from wealthier families play the Sims 2. It seemed like such a fun game, something to get creative with, something to explore the human condition with – in ways that I wasn’t really aware of at the time.
Use It Against Me
Over the years, I have struggled immensely with finding the courage to trust other people’s intentions in getting to know me. The process of befriending someone is still a great mystery to me, as in how I am even supposed to approach the issue, and I’m sure a lot of you share the same sentiment. How am I supposed to know what to tell the other person about me without coming across as too forthcoming? How am I supposed to differentiate those who genuinely want to be friends with me out of those who wish to get closer to me only for the purpose of gathering more things to hurt me with?
Girls?!
When I was eleven years old, I got my very first professional sketchbook. It was marketed to be specifically for artists that were looking for that authentic manga feel to their art – it even had a silly image of some anime boy on the cover. I was so excited to start drawing like a professional, to have a legit sketchbook with legit manga lineart pens, just for drawing all those pretty anime girls.