Musings And Questions/Short Stories For The Mentally Tired

A Small One Sided Chat For No One In Particular (8th, Mar, 2021)

I've tried being a bit more social recently. I talked with some people I've never met before. It was... Nice. I've never been a particularly social person, you know? I mean, look at this book. You could very easily make a case that this entire book is a cry for help, or attention. And honestly, maybe it is. It probably is. But let's ignore that and pretend it's not true for a while, yeah?

I met some people on a public Discord server. For those that live under a rock, are not connected to the strange bits of the internet, or are too far in the future to know what I'm talking about, Discord is an online messaging/social media platform. You can join a server of people who can all talk to each other with an owner usually keeping sight over everything, or talk with people in direct messages with much more discretion and such.

Remember how a while ago I put up a chapter of this strange book about a thing called INFP? Well, the server I joined is primarily focused around the talk of and spreading knowledge about, various types of personality categorizations. The biggest two are the MBTI and Enneagram tests. I'm a bit of a rarity, even among the rarities there, being an INFP male. Not to say I'm the rarest, but I'm not a very common combination. So that's neat.

But I've been on this server for only a few days, and someone decided to on the first day, just randomly message me. We've been having some great talks for the past two days, specifically about how I deal with being an INFP, and what that's like. But we've been drifting through a bunch of topics. We talked about weather, climates, how deserts get to be the way they are, different types of people you can find in places, and how certain places develop their stereotypes.

The server, for anyone wondering, is called MBTI Bakery. It's a lovely place, though I don't quite understand everything that goes on there. I'm going along with it as best I can. The person who messaged me is an... Interesting one. I can say with confidence that I've never met someone like them before, on multiple fronts. I like it there. It's strange, because not a bunch of people talk to me, but I still feel accepted. It's only been a few days, so I'm very cautious about saying this, but I think I might finally find some people that accept me as I am.

Having said that, I do know that I'm not going to be sharing as much about me as I used to. Being burned too many times does make you shy about that. But still, I'm hoping that I can be accepted. Already, I think that the person who messaged me accepts me. So, I'm hopeful.

Moving on from that, I'm finally continuing one of my songs that I was writing! I'm mildly amazed at that. It's one of my few songs I didn't write because of heartbreak. So that's probably a really positive thing. I'm still toying around with ideas for names, so comment any names you can think of for something happy and constantly moving that features an acoustic guitar and a cello.

I'm also finally getting back to an old book of mine that I never finished writing. It's not here on Wattpad, but it is hopefully going to be published in the future. It's titled "The New System" and I'm quite proud of it. I know that it won't be for all people, but it's a favourite project of mine, and I started it four years ago. It's not going to be a full novel, but it will (hopefully) be a solid enough story.

In the meantime of all of this stuff, I still have to do college stuff. Finishing assignments, finishing mixing a song that I despise, and learning how to play the piano. Actually, let's swap to that.

Piano is so hard! I never realized just how hard it was. I knew it was hard, but actually learning it now, I kind of hate it. It's filled with so many weird and complicated things, and my hands are damaged in such strange ways that I can't physically move my hands in the correct ways to play it. My thumbs don't do the up and down motion required for playing, and I can't synchronize my hands when I need to, and when I need them to do separate things, that's when my hands choose to synchronize! It sucks, and I'm just annoyed all the time at piano.

Anyways, that's about all I have for right now. Just a short little update of my life and some things happening. It's... Odd, I guess. I'm not used to being this happy or content for this amount of time. It's nice. I'm quite enjoying it. Anyways, enjoy the stars when night comes around. Even if they're plastic ones, they can still look pretty, yeah? Yeah.