I also want to delete mine very often (and it's not like everybody runs to read me). I might be paranoid too, but it seems my very existence kinda annoys.
I don;t even need to write anything per se, I am just who I am, that's enough.
Moreso I want to delete my FB (where I don't write for years myself but do check on people couple times a week) but then remember they have groups for finding this and that and info etc; and that these were helpful several times.
Also I know I can be very impulsive so I try not to, unless my impulsivity will win -or the decision will be made regardless.
Also. I know I take it hard when somebody leaves. It's very childish maybe, they did what worked for them- yet I feel very lonely..and scared they might felt lonely too, and maybe I was a part of it. Of their loneliness.
As for popularity it seems I had my share, and more, and it , too, didn't require from me anything but being myself as I was, only I was much younger and energetic and ...well, we change, times change, countries change, you name it.
Problems change. Now every morning starts with checking whether people are alive...prayers and such even though what use my prayers can hold; but one can always hope
The thing is I didn't betray myself -in the most important things-once, and it makes me incredibly lucky, come to think of it, popular or not.
And I hope to never get tortured, it's hard being in charge of one's faculties then.
I'm sorry for the rambling; that incoherent writing coud be probably shortened to "yes, I understand"
and no though, I don;t believe the trolls win. I can't even understand the concept that well. I mean I understand; but surely one must get tired very soon of taunting people.
Teasing is different if among friends. And even this can suddenly fall on some bad time, one never knows.
Ok. Shutting up; hugs, Karthine.
Doing quietly without fanfares what's needed to be done is very underappreciated. But that doesn't mean it's not the right road, even if we'll loose the horse, the sword, and, eventually, ourselves. I'm pondering it a lot lately.
The guru sat calmly writing, throwing each page away, seemingly unaware his surroundings. The children picked the pages, reading them. The best ones saved in a scrapbook for the local wise men and journalists to marvel about.
I appreciate your honesty, and your willingness to lay bare such vulnerability. I, too, have never been one to naturally fit in with ease, often finding myself donning masks for different people and occasions. Many, I find, must learn to truly listen to that voice you speak of, to let it articulate their deepest thoughts. Yet you have found yours already.
As for those who would wallow in the dismal swamp of negativity – the so-called 'trolls' – let them. Their keyboard victories are hollow, and you, forged by your own journey, will be shaped into something far more profound than they could ever comprehend.
Your sensitivities are not a burden, they are the very threads that weave the unique tapestry of who you are. They are how you feel, how you reach for understanding, and they offer a perspective singular to others. Do it for yourself. Do not change for them. Grow, yes, but always speak your truth. In doing so, you will inevitably find those who truly resonate with you.
When I started my arts Substack in December 2020 I had to take a decision: be cancelled now or be cancelled later. I chose to be cancelled right away because the bullies tend not to come after someone who has already put themselves beyond the social pale. The times have moved in my direction, as I always knew they would, but it still hurts that people in the creative circle in which I move up here, people I'd always admired, wanted nothing to do with me. But, on the other hand, some surprising people still did, and I treasure those people.
They can never cancel us. I mean, it takes less than 5 minutes to create a new Substack.😉 I’m glad you didn’t give into the pressure of the bullies. We don’t bow, we don’t break, we walk on until we win. And we will win.☺️
Was DaVinci a crowd pleaser? How about Einstein? Or Howard?
Everyone is weird, even the “normies,” they’re just better at hiding it sometimes (which is far more miserable, btw).
But God didn’t make you to be like everyone else. He made you to be you, just the way you are. To hell with everyone else. His opinion is the only one that truly matters.
And, as Dr. Seuss so eloquently said, “Why fit in, when you were born to stand out.”
Idolatry here is false. It’s all a show, a game. Be the one who’s not afraid to play by their own rules.
As far as advice goes, just keep being you, girl. Keep writing what you wish us to see. Only you can decide that. But I, for one, like honest Kathrine, and would take her over crowd pleaser Kathrine any day.
Virality is a term more apropos to the concept than we first realized. It's infectious. It sticks in your mind if it happens, propagates itself by making the host yearn for more. A disease and an addiction both.
I never wanted that. I'm probably among a few for whom that's genuinely true. I smelled the shit staining the path of that rat race before I stepped onto it, and chose to turn away. Not an easy thing to do, choosing not to care like that. Took a lot of work to develop that mindset in a healthy manner, to avoid or, more often, overcome the pitfalls that come on that path. There's always something that can go wrong, no matter the direction you choose.
I don't know what's right to do about the rants or your publication or any of that. What I do know is that whatever you choose, I'll be by your side in spirit and continue to support you. As a good friend should.
In the old Twitter I managed to pull off the "viral status" a few times. Usually having a sense of humor (but nothing political or sexually charged) creep into a discussion of something popular will take off like a wildfire.
I also want to delete mine very often (and it's not like everybody runs to read me). I might be paranoid too, but it seems my very existence kinda annoys.
I don;t even need to write anything per se, I am just who I am, that's enough.
Moreso I want to delete my FB (where I don't write for years myself but do check on people couple times a week) but then remember they have groups for finding this and that and info etc; and that these were helpful several times.
Also I know I can be very impulsive so I try not to, unless my impulsivity will win -or the decision will be made regardless.
Also. I know I take it hard when somebody leaves. It's very childish maybe, they did what worked for them- yet I feel very lonely..and scared they might felt lonely too, and maybe I was a part of it. Of their loneliness.
As for popularity it seems I had my share, and more, and it , too, didn't require from me anything but being myself as I was, only I was much younger and energetic and ...well, we change, times change, countries change, you name it.
Problems change. Now every morning starts with checking whether people are alive...prayers and such even though what use my prayers can hold; but one can always hope
The thing is I didn't betray myself -in the most important things-once, and it makes me incredibly lucky, come to think of it, popular or not.
And I hope to never get tortured, it's hard being in charge of one's faculties then.
I'm sorry for the rambling; that incoherent writing coud be probably shortened to "yes, I understand"
and no though, I don;t believe the trolls win. I can't even understand the concept that well. I mean I understand; but surely one must get tired very soon of taunting people.
Teasing is different if among friends. And even this can suddenly fall on some bad time, one never knows.
Ok. Shutting up; hugs, Karthine.
Doing quietly without fanfares what's needed to be done is very underappreciated. But that doesn't mean it's not the right road, even if we'll loose the horse, the sword, and, eventually, ourselves. I'm pondering it a lot lately.
Thank you for sharing your thoughts. 🩶
The guru sat calmly writing, throwing each page away, seemingly unaware his surroundings. The children picked the pages, reading them. The best ones saved in a scrapbook for the local wise men and journalists to marvel about.
I appreciate your honesty, and your willingness to lay bare such vulnerability. I, too, have never been one to naturally fit in with ease, often finding myself donning masks for different people and occasions. Many, I find, must learn to truly listen to that voice you speak of, to let it articulate their deepest thoughts. Yet you have found yours already.
As for those who would wallow in the dismal swamp of negativity – the so-called 'trolls' – let them. Their keyboard victories are hollow, and you, forged by your own journey, will be shaped into something far more profound than they could ever comprehend.
Your sensitivities are not a burden, they are the very threads that weave the unique tapestry of who you are. They are how you feel, how you reach for understanding, and they offer a perspective singular to others. Do it for yourself. Do not change for them. Grow, yes, but always speak your truth. In doing so, you will inevitably find those who truly resonate with you.
Well said. Thank you.🩶
When I started my arts Substack in December 2020 I had to take a decision: be cancelled now or be cancelled later. I chose to be cancelled right away because the bullies tend not to come after someone who has already put themselves beyond the social pale. The times have moved in my direction, as I always knew they would, but it still hurts that people in the creative circle in which I move up here, people I'd always admired, wanted nothing to do with me. But, on the other hand, some surprising people still did, and I treasure those people.
They can never cancel us. I mean, it takes less than 5 minutes to create a new Substack.😉 I’m glad you didn’t give into the pressure of the bullies. We don’t bow, we don’t break, we walk on until we win. And we will win.☺️
Be true to yourself that's all up can do.
Was DaVinci a crowd pleaser? How about Einstein? Or Howard?
Everyone is weird, even the “normies,” they’re just better at hiding it sometimes (which is far more miserable, btw).
But God didn’t make you to be like everyone else. He made you to be you, just the way you are. To hell with everyone else. His opinion is the only one that truly matters.
And, as Dr. Seuss so eloquently said, “Why fit in, when you were born to stand out.”
Idolatry here is false. It’s all a show, a game. Be the one who’s not afraid to play by their own rules.
As far as advice goes, just keep being you, girl. Keep writing what you wish us to see. Only you can decide that. But I, for one, like honest Kathrine, and would take her over crowd pleaser Kathrine any day.
Thank you, M.
Anytime, girl.
Virality is a term more apropos to the concept than we first realized. It's infectious. It sticks in your mind if it happens, propagates itself by making the host yearn for more. A disease and an addiction both.
I never wanted that. I'm probably among a few for whom that's genuinely true. I smelled the shit staining the path of that rat race before I stepped onto it, and chose to turn away. Not an easy thing to do, choosing not to care like that. Took a lot of work to develop that mindset in a healthy manner, to avoid or, more often, overcome the pitfalls that come on that path. There's always something that can go wrong, no matter the direction you choose.
I don't know what's right to do about the rants or your publication or any of that. What I do know is that whatever you choose, I'll be by your side in spirit and continue to support you. As a good friend should.
Thank you.
In the old Twitter I managed to pull off the "viral status" a few times. Usually having a sense of humor (but nothing political or sexually charged) creep into a discussion of something popular will take off like a wildfire.