how i learned to stop worrying and love the internet hate

I’ve written before about how being an internet-visible person can be pretty stressful sometimes. e.g.: or, my personal favorite: I visualize hangups as little crooked bits, like muscle spasms, in the soul. Sometimes things are ironed out and smooth, but sometimes there’s a tangle where a part of me has seized and is trying hard to prevent further damage. I can’t see into the tangle, I just know that it’s tight and afraid.