It's My 1 Year Anniversary On Tumblr

It's my 1 year anniversary on Tumblr 🥳

feeling sorry for myself because my writing isn't getting any reads or interactions but then I read:

-Jen Sincero, You are a Badass, Chapter 23

"You only fail if you stop writing." -Ray Bradbury, author of Fahrenheit 451

-Octavio Paz

my problem is that when I write, it is ALL I think about; I walk through life like a vessel possessed and under the hallucinogenic influence of the fictional realms trapped amidst the maze of my mind.

I seldom write casually.

I can seldom detach and reattach to a fictional world with ease and brevity.

I'm extreme; it either entirely consumes me or completely evades me.

anyone relate?

-penned by j. m. medna (2024)

narcissus this, narcissus that! he's so egotistic. so self-absorbed, blah blah blah

but like, slow down to actually think about the symbolism of the myth. of the mirror he so persistently holds up to every action, every gesture and facial expression. I think it reveals an awful lot about the human nature, past the self-absorption.

for starters, consider that homo sapiens are one of the few creatures with self-awareness - as in they can peer into a mirror and recognize what they see as a reflection of the self. whereas, other creatures perceive the image as some other being.

perhaps narcissus only represents that transition from our animalistic ancestors to this higher functioning existence of self-awareness, of consciousness - that extends to encompass the benefits and the punishments of it.

as a human, it's awful to be so self-aware at times. but sometimes it can be a gift.

idk. u get me? i just think it's awfully poetic? misrepresented myth, honestly.

anyways, im going to bed or whatever.

maybe i'll just lie in bed staring at the dim ceiling contemplating my existence and its meaning - something i probably wouldn't preoccupy myself with if I were a creature without self-awareness.

-penned by j. m. medna (2024)