Minh said something very true the other night, he said the image I project has nothing to do with my personality.
Meaning I’m not as outgoing as one can imagine.
Perhaps for those who read my stuff that statement is false due to the explicit exposure of my privacy in this blog, but that’s the freedom a virtual writer have.
All the perra I can be or look only happens in the privacy of my comfort zone. Otherwise I’m a very reserved (and virginal *ahem*) human.
However, in recent years my quest to remain private (in addition to my Agoraphobia) has turned into an unhealthy isolation… Losing contacts, avoiding social media and nonsexual human interaction.
Conscious of my issue I talked to my doctor about it few months ago and yesterday I finally got an appointment for a psychiatric evaluation next week, which is totally awesome ’cause sometimes is a struggle just walking the streets.
By pure coincidence and in a way to overcome my dumb issues, yesterday morning I re-opened my Instagram account… Now, I must confess I closed my Instagram in part due to my “end” with Xavier. Since we met through that app I decided to avoid the whole thing and see nothing for awhile.
However, Xavier and I have remained close despite all.
So, when I re-opened my account I got few comments from people who apparently missed me and also from him.
As ridiculous as it sounds I felt a bit nervous to expose again parts of my privacy to people who knows me, but as someone said “If your absence doesn’t affect them, then your presence never mattered”.
And it was cute to realise that I matter to a bunch of people.