Walking in the shadows

Silhouette skyMaybe I should stop using social media altogether. I don’t get much reaction very often from what I post there. It feels like walking in the shadows. Not even a single silhouette of me. It’s like talking to a wall or myself. Then again talking to myself isn’t bad. How could I have an intellectual conversation otherwise? A lot of people post things I don’t really care about. Comparing my life with theirs, at least they have an exciting one. Nothing much happens in mine. Social media can be a very depressive place. If you feel down, it’s better to avoid it altogether. I rather do something else than be online.

They say you can use social media in a job search. Oh really? It doesn’t work for everyone. LinkedIn is quite overrated too. I’ve only got one message from a recruiter and that was last year. I think using your energy to something else is a much better choice. Maybe it can work for some but I’m walking in the shadow where no one notices no matter what I do. My network only got 5 people which is even less effective. Apparently, I’m not that interesting to recruiters. But that’s no surprise. They say job search is like dating but I have no luck in that either. At least I’m not alone. A lot of other people have the same problems.
Self- employment is the other option. What worries me about having an own business, is how can I find clients, if my personal account doesn’t get much attention? Getting yourself out there shouldn’t be this hard but what can you do when there are a thousand of others trying to do the same.

I wonder if I chose the wrong occupation, design (web and graphic). There are not many job offers for someone who hasn’t had that much experience. Young people who started in their teens with design versus someone who changed careers at 30 something. Who gets the job? The young person because they’re the future obviously. That’s what the employers are looking for. It’s not just design but photography as well. You must be quite good to get hired. With my skills it’s impossible. I’ve tried to practice drawing lately but I feel it’s a lost cause. Honestly, I’m not that excited about drawing. I would definitely not get a job where it’s required. At least not with this one I drew last night.

groot drawing
Baby Groot by me

My father is a good drawer so he said practice makes you better but I don’t think that works for me. You need the passion for it. I wish I could be as excited about it as I am in fan fiction writing. Other jobs seem so boring. At least in design, you can do the job anywhere. Whatever others say, this is my final decision and nothing will make me change my mind. Then again, that’s what I thought about photography too and that failed.

If I didn’t have this blog and support from you, the reader, I wouldn’t have the motivation to keep going. I would feel useless and untalented. I would probably be suffering from depression if I let negative thoughts enter my mind. I might feel down for a while but unlike depression, it’s just a passing feeling. I don’t want to be famous, I just want someone to believe in what I do. Walking in the shadows should be temporary but no one seems to have the courage to speak up. I rather hear negative comments about my skills than hearing no comments at all. But they don’t need to be criticising. You can say things nicely. If no one never gives advice or comments about what they like about your work, how can you get better? I just want to know if I really have the skill I think I have. I don’t want to continue something I have no future with. That goes with anything life has to offer.

Don’t you let your demons pull you down

broken egg
Post title ‘Shine’ by Take That

I’ve always been careful. Doing things gingerly has its advantages but also disadvantages. I don’t make rational decisions. I think first before acting. But if you don’t break an egg, you can’t get much. I hate myself for not taking more chances. I could be so much more but my inner demons are holding me back. I’m too afraid to fail so I don’t even try. It feels like I’m way behind everyone else. People younger than me have already achieved something in their life because they took chances. I’m a little mouse in the corner who is too scared to move. When I was younger, it was even worse. Being around people made me uncomfortable and talking to strangers felt unnatural. I think I got braver when I stopped thinking what others might think of me. Also because I had to. My mother was really important to me but when she died, I couldn’t be that scared little girl anymore. No one will never really know me the way I know myself. You can’t really walk in someone else’s shoes. The only person who can really understand you is you.

I don’t have the urge to tell the whole world what kind of person I am or what I really like. I don’t use social media like a lot of people do. If it died my life wouldn’t be over. I could live without social media. For me, it’s just a tool and my life doesn’t depend on it. I do things gingerly and think carefully what I post. I guess that’s one of the reasons why I don’t have a lot of followers. I don’t talk about too private things and I don’t post selfies of myself. But it doesn’t really matter anyway. I don’t like that much attention. I’m happy with what I have. It’s about quality. There’s no point having followers who only want to fill their own list.

There’s nothing wrong with doing things gingerly. Actually, there should be more of it in the world. There are people who want to hurt you intentionally. People only seem to care about themselves and not be sensitive. They write insults online about someone’s appearance or opinions. If they can’t say anything nice, then they shouldn’t say anything at all. If you have an opinion, you can say it nicely. Not saying anything at all is also an option. I always try to be as gingerly as possible. I’m not the one who criticize people about how they look. I can keep my opinions to myself. I’m not trying to blow my own horn here but if people were more like me, things would be much better. Sometimes it feels like I’m one of the few who still have respect for other people. Especially young people who don’t seem to have any common sense. If they even had any in the first place. They weren’t any better when I was at their age either. Luckily I wasn’t one of them.

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