writing a college essay?
if you couldn't tell, i really, really hate formal writing. for christ's sake, my blog is written in all-lowercase informal shitlang i invent inside small ingroups. so, being tasked with writing an essay that could determine whether or not i get admitted to a college is FAR out of my comfort zone.
i thought to just ramble and bullshit about technology first, then talk about life stories, and finish with a sob story on gender identity. some of it was sincere. most of it was mindless rambling fueled by methylphenidate, soda, and a thesaurus. and hey! i got a reason to complain about how much i hate masculine stereotypes. will people think of me as a femboy for it? probably. do i care? No.
ir took two hour-long sessions to complete over the span of two days. the ending was rushed. it was also late, but whatever. the whole essay was just a really flattering way to call myself an internet addict and somehow still seem intelligent by effect. the whole essay could by summarized into "i like computers. i think in an autistic detached manner. also i am homosexual. pity me." except i stretched it across over 700 words somehow. i'm pretty sure the word cap was 800, and if it's 700 then i'll just cry into a pillow.
i write in a really weird way when i need to be formal. to me, i think it's almost...emotionless and empty. it looks AI generated even though i write all of it by hand. could it be the thesaurus giving me really fucking weird and obscure synonyms? probably. i also have the Worlds Worst Fucking Social Skills™, so that's probably a contributing factor.
i used to want to be a writer, and i've definitely attempted. i wrote a script for a show produced by a friend, and despite being short, apparently it has been called the most well-written episode out of that show, even though i personally view it in a lesser light. i'm just harsh on my work for no reason. call it a symptom of incessant perfectionism. i honestly thought it was a poor-taste shitpost that wasn't even connected to the lore of the show.
later in around march, i gave a shot at writing a novel-format story in private. i never told anyone about it, i never showed it off. it quickly devolved from being a mediocre fiction story into being a bizarre romance that was shamelessly and obviously a projection of my own desires. i wrote most of it at 3AM so it's not that surprising it devolved into borderline yaoi, but still. i just can't write.
an issue i constantly run into is writers' block, and a constant fight with myself to just keep on topic. because it would be very weird to be reading a boring novel about two people working in a restaurant when suddenly the entire iBoot startup procedure is described in detail because one character turned on an iPhone, which is also arbitrarily specified to be an iPhone 6s 2018 running iOS 12.1.2. would be pretty jarring, no? or perhaps a character in the story's phone dies, and entirely out of the blue they end up having to fastboot flash their pixel 6 pro to android 12 to bring it to life. both of these are incredibly boring and mundane if you're not actually part of the communities i lurk. perhaps it'd be slightly funny if you were, but in that case, why are you reading a shitty indie novel instead of fucking with iBoot? my stupid ADHD brain can't keep things together. having to act tech-illiterate just so my writing is readable feels like stabbing myself in the chest, twisting the knife, and trying to think logically through the intense pain. an over exaggeration, sure, but it's basically what i feel.
it's probably best if i just keep to being a nerd about phones and an autistic ex-logokid-turned-graphic designer. writing is for the neurotypicals, not for the tech hyperfixated weirdo who has so many phones that i have a table in my room covered entirely in phones and tablets. besides, if i'm not writing gay shit, it's probably just incredibly depressing thanks to projections of other lurking life issues that i ramble on about. forcing myself to write normally is like trying to force yourself to be normal. it involves a LOT of masking and, inherently, is incredibly draining no matter how motivated i am to give it a try. and usually the end product is mediocre at best, unreadable at worst, and a spaghetti storm mess of words about as organized as a PHP beginner's first web app. and as finals lurk in the coming weeks, i'll find myself even more drained and less motivated to try any writing anyways. it's easier to lay in bed and laugh at a british man yelling flawless keyspam gibberish from tumblr posts than it is to actually pour any sort of passion into a project i won't finish anyways.