There’s just a certain CAVALIERNESS when you’re posting for your 5 followers vs posting for a general audience. And sometimes amateur art like that manages to skirt this line where it’s not quite either, OP is clearly kind of hoping it goes viral but also just talking to their friends? Idk

I am not sure I can describe this in a way that doesn’t make me sound like a creep. Maybe it is a little creepy. But it’s just out of joy at seeing random freaks making art and trying things. I go feral when Facebook recommends me a colored pencil drawing on lined notebook paper with 2 likes

Even if no one is really watching, they clearly posted with the intention of SOMEONE seeing it? There is a Persona or Facade there. They just clearly never really thought of that performance’s audience including ME. If that makes sense.

This is going to sound insane but I love stumbling across Reddit accounts that are clearly like, some 12 year old pretending to be a grown adult. It’s like you got to peek in on a stranger dancing in their bedroom thinking nobody’s watching, there’s a sort of Performance to it

I miss the fun I used to have there but the place is no longer safe and frankly no longer friendly to me. I got slowly frozen out and just decided to ditch the whole thing. Not worth it. Lots of other local companies and I’m having a blast with them, anyway

(Statistically, the father of that teen mother’s baby is probably a grown adult man)

And then raise those babies on abstinence-only education (or homeschool them altogether, to prevent any chance of them escaping their Programming) so they do it all again in the next generation, but probably as a teen parent this time and in an even more precarious position

The heady feeling of scribbling ANYTHING down in a notebook and thinking “yeah, this could really be something. I could work with this.” As opposed to malding over the revision stage or having nothing to work on but the parts you deeply don’t want to work on at the late-rough-draft stage

Found a soap ring in the tub and said “I JUST scrubbed this tub!” and felt the lines in my forehead deepen by a fraction

(Really half of a section, it’s one I already started and has sat half-finished since this time last year. Jesus, this draft has been in this phase since this time last year??? Shame on me)

I wrapped up yesterday going “okay, I only have 4 more sections left to write!!” Today I sat down, finished one section, deleted one and replaced it with a brief mention of the events in another section, deleted one altogether with no plans to replace it, and now just have 1 section to go!