Everything&Nothing: A Collection of Thoughts

Nobody, Quietly I’m a nobody moving through a world that keeps mistaking noise for proof of life. Everyone’s shouting their names into rooms full of mirrors, begging for an echo and calling it connection. I used to think I was late. Behind. Missing something everyone else learned early. But the truth is quieter than that. I watched people trade honesty for comfort. Depth for speed. Presence for performance. I watched them touch each other without ever arriving. And somewhere in that watching, I stepped out of line. Not dramatic. Not brave. Just… still. I didn’t become less. I became exact. I stopped pretending wanting was enough. Stopped pretending closeness happens by accident. Stopped mistaking attention for care. Now I feel everything slower. Heavier. Cleaner. Loneliness doesn’t scream here. It hums. It sharpens you. Strips you down until there’s nothing left that doesn’t belong. So yes— I’m a nobody. Not erased. Not invisible. Just unwilling to lie to myself to make the...

There’s a particular kind of almost-relationship that doesn’t explode or collapse. It just quietly unravels while you’re still trying to convince yourself it’s being woven. This was one of those. It didn’t start with intensity. It started with ease. Conversation that didn’t feel forced. Laughter that came naturally. A vibe that made time pass quicker than expected. The kind of energy that doesn’t demand attention but holds it anyway. Being around her felt light. Comfortable. Real. That mattered. Because when you actually like someone — not just the idea of them, not just their looks — you want to be fair to them. You want to assume good intent. You don’t want to project past disappointments onto a new person who hasn’t done anything wrong yet. So you give grace before suspicion. Patience before judgment. Benefit of the doubt before conclusions. Over the first couple of weeks, we talked when we saw each other. Sometimes we spent time together without labeling it. Nothing dra...