All about being a person
I don't know either. But these are weekly confessional essays. Enjoy the cringe.
Being a Person is almost here.
If you're one of my (5?) new subscribers, thank you for being here! I hope you enjoy tomorrow’s confessional eassay as much as I enjoyed cringing at it mid-type. This is a space where I'll be sharing my thoughts and feelings about many different things, and I hope you have fun reading this as you go home from work, sit on a train or have some coffee somewhere, waiting for a friend to show up. In either case, welcome. Hi!
Why am I doing this?
In the spirit of 2023 and getting on with it, I wanted to share more of my writing in a place where writing is shared. Enter Substack. Whether it's just the five of you forever or a few more, I'd be so lucky if you just read what I wrote. Even more if any of it feels familiar. We have a lot of feelings and I think writing them makes us feel more together. My little way of making a semblance of a community.
How often am I doing this?
I aim to write weekly confessionals, so you'll get one of these once a week. Not sure when, or with what regularity. I expect to try and aim for a day in the weekend, but an off-hand confessional on a Wednesday at 2 a.m. is not completely off the table. I think a weekly newsletter is about as regular as it's bearable for me to receive emails, so I trust you feel the same.
What is this about?
I'm writing weekly essays that deal with anything from modern dating woes to self-reflection and all the things I think constitute being a person. Being a person in the 21st century is a weird thing to be, so might as well document it.
Subscribe. No, really.
It helps me feel the external pressure of having to share how I feel, which won't always be easy. But I am a ball of feelings, and someone has to do it. It might as well be me. Leave comments, share with a friend, laugh about it. I feel self-indulgent already, but I have a feeling that's just what writing is. A self-indulgent thing I've always done to understand what being a person means.
So…
See you tomorrow!
Think anyone you know will benefit from reading a 26 year old's rambles about what being a person means? Want to get self-reflective or just watch someone agonize about modern dating, pop culture, hometown nostalgia or immigration? Share this newsletter and maybe they'll enjoy it.
Enjoyment not guaranteed.
Love always (yes, unironically),
Clement