Sunday, December 11, 2022

A toddlers trainer, thoughts on oversharing



A little forgotten shoe on a raining bench, with a completely smashed toilet that I had to hopscotch. The fragments like a scattered sharp splat.

Rain with an umbrella, on Sunday. Already stewing in my own thoughts that I may have overshared already.

An idea that's in its conception already. Yet thanks to social media, I feel like I've already told too much with its shifting genres. One of the by-products of social media.

This project feeling like overpromising and left out, possible for it to be cruft. Not even announced a shipping date, thanks social media. This is one of the by-products I have to be aware off.

Oversharing: Where social media commodifies a tantrum of an influencer online to fuel addiction on its platforms that they sharecrop their users as products.

What once was a gym drama became an urban fantasy thriller with the account of a twitch renaming accident. You can see it within my character designs. Intent having to be flexible out of a freak occurrence.

Hanging by existential faith at this point. This project may or may not ever happen. With it all done commando, no gatekeeper giving the go-ahead. Utter commando and raw. Auto-didacted with foamy edges. Into the fire. Is this ever going to work?

Already failed the shut-up-and-do-it model.

Worrying about oversharing is a good thing, otherwise I'd be a sociopath.