Alright.

Alright.

I’m 24, from England and I’ve never had a blog before. I’ve never even read a blog before. Do people still write blogs? Do people even read them? My mum still writes (with her hand and pen, yep) a diary to summarise each day. I take the piss when she hasn’t written in it all week and Sunday night rolls around, and she starts trying to remember what happened in the preceding seven days. She says she’ll go back and read them all one day. I admire her commitment and dedication to a daily (sometimes…) task that will, one day, provide a story of her life, from her point view, for her. Unless dementia gets there first, it’s pretty common now.

Why am I writing this then? I would say, “for myself,” but that’s bollocks. I’ve got Microsoft Word, I’ve got a pen and paper, if I wanted to write this for myself and only myself, I’d have started a diary. But we’ve pointed out the flaw with diaries already (dementia incase you forgot…). I’m writing this because I want other people to read it. Not a lot of people, a couple is fine. If those people think ‘that’s shit’ good. If they think ‘that’s funny’ good.

The bigger reason I’m writing this, is I wanted somewhere to talk about my mental health (selfish). Yes I know, who isn’t talking about mental health in 2019? Everyone has “got OCD” or “feels depressed” or has something “that gives me anxiety” or “is always here if someone needs to talk”. But I still think they is a gap in the market for 20 something year-old men. We’re shit at talking to people we know about this stuff, so I thought I’d try talking to no-one about it instead (or maybe one of you if you haven’t clicked off yet).

Well I’ll leave this post here for now. I would encourage you to leave a comment, but I’ve signed up to the free WordPress, so I doubt that’s even possible (thrifty, which I love). I’ll write another post tomorrow or something, see you later.