A lot of people insist that I should write. Some even go so
far as to say that I need to write. I disagree. But here I am, writing. Well,
listening to music too, but mostly writing.
So, I suppose I should introduce myself.
I’m Cait. I currently work a temporary job in the Land of
Papercuts. When I’m not working
I’m trying to fix myself, improve myself, and create things. Or forget that I
exist. I spend way too much time sleeping, not enough time reading, too much
time looking, and not enough time doing.
Most anyone who knows me could call me callous and
difficult, and not always good at showing emotion. From my own perspective, I
have a hard time shutting off emotion and hiding it. I have a hard time
trusting, and a hard time sharing. So a blog is therapy of sorts. I trust
strangers more than people I’ve met sometimes.
I suppose it’s a bit dysfunctional that I’d rather share
with strangers than people I know. That’s okay, I’ve never quite been normal. I
don’t think life would be so much fun if I were normal. There would be parties
and drinking, not quiet nights with books and movies. I’m not much of a party
animal. My definition of an awesome party falls into one of two categories: (1)
A few close friends, booze, a Doctor Who marathon, and cuddling, (2) My dad’s
side of the family all in one place.
Meanwhile, I really do try to function in society, but that’s
hard when you have no real skills or education to speak of. I can type like a
maniac and whip out a decent essay in about 30 minutes, and I’ve got decent
telephone skills, but everyone wants two or more years of experience for
secretarial or data entry work.
I don’t feel like I could thrive in that sort of environment
anyway. The Land of Papercuts, after all. I don’t see why it’s so difficult to
make everything digital these days. Especially the work I’ve been doing, that
should’ve been digital from day one.
Oh well, on with the blog.
