Things don’t always go the way you planned them. If it’s career choices or writing stories. It’s delete, rewrite and repeat. With a pencil and a computer, you can erase them. But with life, you can only move on and not think about what you didn’t do in the past. You have regrets, but it’s too late to delete them. If you get stuck in the past, you won’t grow as a person.
I could have done things differently when I was younger. I shouldn’t have been so careful. My resume would have looked different if I had been in a summer job as a teenager. But I wanted to have a summer break because schoolwork was hard enough. I applied for a summer job once, but I didn’t get one. The positions were drawn, so only the lucky ones got them. I didn’t try again. I helped my dad in his business, but that wasn’t a job that I could put on a resume. You can’t go back and change the past, and I wish employers would understand that too. I didn’t know what I wanted to do, so I studied different things. Some find their niche by working, but I did it through studying. A shame it’s only job experiences that count.
It’s OK to delete things because you can rewrite them again. You learn new things, and you won’t be the same person when you were younger. Hopefully, you will become smarter and don’t repeat the mistakes you made in the past. It doesn’t need to be a mistake. It might be something you would do differently. Either way, regrets don’t get you anywhere. The future counts, and that’s what you shouldn’t delete.
What you see is what you get, doesn’t really apply to me. I have a filter that protects me from prying eyes. It’s not that I want to hide the real me from others but I’m an introvert and we’re careful. I’ve also learned to be careful from past experiences. At home I can be myself but in public, I’m reserved. I have thoughts some might not understand. My life is not an open book and I want to keep it private. If I open up to a person, it’s someone I trust. The only one who knows the real me, is myself. Not even my parents knew. They only knew what I was when I was younger. I’ve never told them I write this blog for example. Some things you just want to keep to yourself. You need to do it. If I told everyone everything about myself, the mystery would be lost. That’s what life should be about. If you know everything about a person then there’s no surprises. What kind of life would it be?
People post about what they do on social media. Some keep updating things they’re doing at that moment. Who they talk to and where they are. I find that boring. I don’t care what you ate, if you took a shower, baked a cake or went to a birthday party. I don’t care about what your friends are doing or who they got engaged to. That’s what I keep seeing on Facebook. On Twitter I have ‘only’ 6125 tweets in 7 years I’ve been there. I don’t tweet nonsense. From time to time I do post things I do but that’s not regularly like most people do. I’m not trying to make a world record of tweets. When I have something important to say, I tweet it. I also hate selfies. Every time someone post one, I totally ignore it. Especially celebrities. Like they weren’t enough in the public eye already. If I want to see photos of them, I look for real photos taken by pros. Since camera phones were invented people think they’re all photographers.
Everyone seems to want to be like everybody else. I don’t want to be like everyone. I have a natural filter and know what to tell about myself online. If you read my about page, you know why I don’t post private things. Everybody seems to write about that. I dare to be different. Even though I have Instagram, I don’t post there much. To be honest, I find it a bit boring. It’s just isn’t my thing. I was excited at first when I could finally join last year but now I’m not that much. I follow 14 different one’s and that’s fine. For example I follow @cutepetclub because there’s so many cuties in it. Pets that is. I like looking at other people’s posts but when it comes to posting myself, I’m not that keen anymore. Sometimes I just scroll without looking because let’s face it, what people post there is boring.
I don’t have the urge to get people’s attention and that’s the same in real life. One on one conversations is good enough for me. I get really uncomfortable if someone looks at me. I wouldn’t make Youtube videos because I feel uneasy in front of a camera. It was different when I was a kid. I was cute then. I leave those things to others. I don’t go after things because they’re popular. I’m not the victim of commercials. It’s easy to judge someone by the first impression but I’m more than what people see when they meet me. People give up too easily when they do. That’s one of the reasons I find it hard to meet new people. It’s really their loss and not mine. I’m proud of who I am and if I were someone else, I would be my friend. I always say I’m my own best friend because who knows me best than myself.
In my world 