What a ride.
This has been a post in the making for a year. There have been a ton of ups and downs. I’m still flabbergasted I made it this long.
I still classify myself as a “halfway decent” writer because I’m nowhere near a Medium master. But I’ve figured out a few tricks along the way. So if you’re new to the platform and you’re struggling to make it past year one, here is everything I’ve learned and my results to get you through it.
As I said before, I found out about Medium in 2018.
I have no idea how to start this off.
I guess I’ll start this off with…I came out of the womb.
This is the easy part where I give you a quick rundown of my bio. Here goes…
“Friends…how many of us have them” — *cough*
Sorry about that. The lyrics in the song should say “TRUE” in front of “friends.” But most people don’t have that.
True friends are hard to encounter.
When I say true friends, I don’t mean the person you walked around with in high school and “lost communication” with a few years ago.
I’m talking about REAL f**king friends.
But since we’re in such a “make friends now” society, the lines get blurred. So here are four indestructible signs of a true friend. …
Black American culture is BEYOND commodified now.
Everything down from our music, fashion, hairstyles — and now our dialect.
I watched a YouTube video from this Korean guy. He’s a huge Drake fan and he was reviewing some brand new Apple headphones. He began playing a Drake song and unsurprisingly enough, I got what I hated…
“Watchu know about a safe house I can tell you not a rapper!…”
That’s not all of the weird AAVE he uses in his videos.
He often says “no cap, ice on my wrist, les git it, and tons of other AAVE…
I always see the same writing advice online.
“Write when you feel strong emotions. Write when you’re depressed. Write when you’re angry. It makes your writing better!”
I understand this point to a certain degree. And while I’m a huge advocate of writing every single day, at some point you need to draw the line.
New rule: If you’re emotionally depressed, don’t f**king write!
I got a health scare yesterday concerning my dog. He’s been with me ever since I was six years old. I’m twenty-one now and he’s seen better days. …
I was scrolling through my Medium feed and I randomly decided to see how my most popular article was doing.
I haven’t seen the stats on it in a while.
Cringy doesn’t begin to describe my adolescent years.
I’d make a fool out of myself in class for attention. I’d act thirsty for guys for attention. I’d make witty remarks during class for attention.
You know how it goes. You spend your life thinking you’re one of the losers with no “cool” friends, so you’ll anything in your power to make it to the legendary popular kid's clique.
No one liked me. Everyone thought I was a joke. I guess that’s what I wanted, right? To be seen? But it wasn’t the way I wanted it.
So I had to…
People can be assholes without knowing it.
It’s the little things that matter more than pushing someone down on the street. Even the most violent killers are the calmest people. You might not even notice an asshole in front of your very eyes.
So here are five tiny signs of horrible people that you shouldn't make friends with.
I’ve learned as a kid that holding the door for someone is the cordial thing to do.
Now, I’m not sure who I should hold the door for. I’ve had people say a polite “thank you” after holding the door for them…
Critical Race Theory — the bane of every school’s existence.
Here’s a short definition:
I’m not going to explain why critical race theory is a must for education. It’s pretty obvious why.
What’s most interesting about this topic is how much pushback Black people are receiving for even proposing this in schools. I mean, of course, there’d be pushback, but I didn’t know it’d be to this extent.
So much so that rich white dudes are rallying together and banning critical…
4 years later.
One bachelor’s degree.
And nothing to show for it.
I’m graduating next year. I SHOULD be more scared than excited judging from my current situation, but I’m oddly calm.
I spent four years of my life busting my ass off for a degree only to find out that I’m not going to use it in my lifetime. Was this shit all worth it?
Well, it’d be a different story if I were paying thousands in student loans (thankfully, I’m not).
I went to college on a full ride, but I still feel like I wasted valuable time…