Why do I write?

The world is full of average people with average lives. They share the same struggles, feel the same emotions, and experience similar things. We go to school, end up working 9-5 jobs in slightly different forms, pretending it’s not a soul-sucking way to earn money, attend family gatherings where people will ask about that job, and reply in a fancy way without admitting our boredom. But there´s more to it, isn´t there?

I’ve had many of the same experiences as you. I stepped in a dog poo in kindergarten at least once a week and cried about it a lot. In my 20s, I still cry a lot, though at least there’s no dog poo on my shoe.

A younger brother, with whom I share a room and fight over table rights, two perfectly normal appearing parents with crazy personalities, and me, 6 feet 2 inches tall, constantly anxious bookworm with a passion for sport and cinnamon rolls.

One of my favourite pastimes is paying for overpriced baked goods, going for walks, listening to movie soundtracks, and being overly dramatic about slight inconveniences. Honestly, I don’t even know if it makes me average or special.

What I do know is that I have a lot to say. I care deeply about many things, and maybe there are some people out there who may share that with me.

Writing has always been my second nature. In primary school, I tried to write a book about my Minecraft adventures. I sewed a bunch of paper with a stapler, drew a cover (one of my finest works, mind you), wrote one page, and abandoned it. I composed funny poems for my relatives’ birthday. I had an embarrassing diary. The point is, I’ve tried my whole life to have a voice and express my thoughts.

As mentioned earlier, I get emotional over almost anything. I don’t care if it’s a rock concert filled with older people jumping, my grandma’s old teddy bear in a striped suit, the death of a pink elephant in a cartoon movie, or a nicely written children’s book. I care. And I want to give that care a voice.

People assume you only write about life-changing strong experiences so people can learn from them. But for me, every single moment of my life is life-changing, and I feel that writing about it makes them special, however ordinary they seem. Sounds cheesy? Maybe a bit, but I genuinely feel like that. I appreciate the boring short walk to my university class, groan over the smell of my scrambled eggs every single morning, and smile when I feel sunshine on my cheek. And I want to make people laugh.

I want them to read my articles, blog posts, poems, and statements and smile either at the content or how I deliver it. It´s my way of leaving some footprint, however irrelevant. I´m a narcissist, and I crave other people´s attention. And how else can I get that if not with my words?

Love,

Book and Tea Girl