Thought Catalog knows everything about me. It might actually know just everything in general. It knows what I think (or want to think) about love, about my future career, about the food I like and the clothes I wear. If I was ever asked to write an autobiography, I could simply link the page.
I check Thought Catalog more than I check my Twitter, my Facebook, and my email. It’s becoming an obsession. I’ve been attempting to train myself to check the Times every time I get online, but sometimes I just prefer to read about life. Yes, I keep up on news. Yes, I know it’s important. But so is living. So is keeping up on what goes on in my head, my life, my surroundings everyday. And, as TC puts it, “culture is our politics.” Culture is my politics. It’s what I’m interested in and it’s what I care about.
Sometimes, though, it’s scary how similar I feel to the writers of TC articles. Whether it be my satisfaction with being single or my desire to believe in Santa Claus again, they just… know. It makes me realize that I am not the only twenty-something with no idea what I’m doing with my life. In fact, it shows me that it’s absolutely alright to have no idea what’s going on sometimes. It’s okay to be a little awkward and weird and situationally crazy. Because, don’t worry– everyone else is a little awkward, weird, and crazy too.
So, thanks Thought Catalog. You all make me a little more comfortable with having no clue what I’m doing. You make me feel like I’ll be okay. I appreciate it.
