about the person writing this
oh crap, it’s an “about me” section. Anyone reading this probably already knows who I am, but I like to think an invisible audience somewhere out there in Imagination Land is curious. So here goes.
I’m Liz. At the time of this post, I’ve just turned 23. I have a tolerable job working customer service, and an Associate of Science which will hopefully be rendered useless by a Bachelor’s in Public Relations. Eventually I’d like to do the Peace Corps (or something similar), get a Master’s in something pertinent to that, and work a fulfilling and penniless career in non-profit work. In the mean time, I’m contributing my time to various organizations, trying to be a better person every day, and eating way too much chocolate.
I am passionate about human rights, feminism, secularism, skepticism, rationality, and learning as much as possible about the world, the universe, and the people in it. All of that plays into my goal to work for a non-profit: I don’t want to spend my life doing anything other than contributing what I can in order to address those issues. I do understand that I can’t change the world alone and that humanity will not likely change very much during my lifetime, but I am stubbornly idealistic anyway.
Aside from all that outward stuff, I have a weird mind full of rants and stories and ideas that I have an inescapable urge to express just like almost every other person on the planet. Part of me feels tentative about adding more noise to the overwhelming maelstrom of information that’s out there already, but the core of my interest in writing (along with other creative attempts) is to organize my thoughts and to better understand myself and the world around me. I could just keep all of my writing and thoughts private, but ultimately I do want to connect and share it. If I happen to create something that resonates with another person, I will consider myself lucky and honored.
about the inspiration for this blog
Once upon a time during a fervently frustrating Facebook debate, I wrote a lengthy multiple-paragraph response deconstructing every point the other person made. I really, really wanted to accurately portray my position and explain my argument thoroughly, so I tried to. It was, at least in my opinion, a very important topic that deserved details.
After an apprehensive few minutes of wondering what the comeback would be (and whether I’d have to fend off a mental breakdown from the continued onslaught of misinformation and logical fallacies), the little red notification finally popped up. The reply was, simply:
That was it. For all the effort I had put into my response, it was completely dismissed. The debate faded away into the archives of Facebook after a few passive comments from other people, but that phrase stuck and echoed in my head long after the conversation ended. Perhaps I had indeed been too verbose, maybe even repetitive? Maybe I just hadn’t learned the art of communicating arguments concisely? That’s definitely possible, but it might also be in part due to the fact that the medium of social media is not conducive to exploring the various nuances and details of a topic. It’s for quick comments, likes, shares, and cat pictures. Aside from the few friends who have similar habits, most people just don’t want to tackle a wall of words. It’s all TL;DR and 140 characters or less. Understandable, but restrictive.
Despite that instance (and a few other times too), I can’t resist repeating the same offence. I accidentally write overly lengthy posts on Facebook all the time (and usually delete them and rewrite a short summary out of embarrassment), so I decided to start a blog instead. Most likely I’ll still post mile-long comments while caught up in the exchange of occasional political shitfest status updates, but for the moments when I start writing one sentence and it turns into twenty, I’ll come here.
I’ve had the inclination to start a blog for quite a while. I had one at the beginning of college that ended up being more of a diary-like emotional dumping ground, so I let it die and made it private. I don’t plan to do that again. Nowadays, I have several Word documents full of half-finished prose, ideas for research articles, and a few story ideas. Like I mentioned previously, I could just continue to keep all of that private… but having a blog on the internet elicits some strange motivation to finish and deliver something. I want to get better at writing, and I’ll only get better if I know what I write might be read and judged by others.
So on that note, if you’re reading this and have the inclination to do so, please criticize the hell out of everything I post. From every awkward expression to overlooked fallacy to ill-used semi-colon, I need it. If I post a reasearch article with citations, don’t trust me to have good sources. If I post a short story, let me know when it’s dull. If I post some weird prose that doesn’t make any sense, well… sometimes I’m just weird. That can’t be helped.
To know more about the ideas that fuel this blog, read What it Means.
If you’re curious, click here to read other stuff I’ve written.
Thanks for reading, imaginary invisible audience. I look forward to posting.