You're Never Weird on the Internet (Almost)

by Felicia Day

There’s an indefinable “something” you have with another person to get your reproductive organs all flame-y, and it just wasn’t there with any of the Dragons.

I took the violin more seriously. Because people would tell me how I was adorable when I played, and I’m a praise monkey.

I imagined it, so it definitely happened.”

it’s a personal rule of mine never to order the same thing off the menu as someone else. You’re a flawed human being if you think two beet salads at a table is ever acceptable.

Who was I to pick up a pen and expect anything good to come out of it? I expected perfection as soon as the pencil hit the paper, and since that’s impossible, I couldn’t get myself to start.

I ate nothing but takeout pizza and Doritos for days, until even my dog thought I had terrible breath.

Compliments are like Valium to me.

Yep

I am not a risky person. If I was reincarnated from an animal, it was definitely prey. A cute one who lives in a herd, like an antelope. Or a dik-dik. What Kim was suggesting terrified me. My basic makeup did not allow me to boldly leap into self-actualization. I preferred to sit at home and complain about no one in Hollywood understanding me. That felt safer.

I imagine I am!

appearances actually made all my impostor feelings even worse. I would sob before going out to meet people because I felt like such a fraud. I didn’t deserve their compliments.

We’re all a garbage dump of dysfunction, but if you get in there and churn the problems, they turn to mulch faster so new things can grow out of them.

do the work you love. And love yourself. That’s all you can do in this world in order to be happy.

“The use of fear tactics, even if only by a minority, creates an environment of fear that all members enjoy the privilege of, whether they engage in them or not.”

Because if you can’t be your own weird self on the internet, where can you be? And what would be the point?