When I started this substack, I was like, “I’m just gonna post whatever.”
Now some people have subscribed, and I’m not gonna lie. It’s weird. Especially because it’s not nameless, faceless people. I don’t mind being an absolute idiot in front of strangers. Especially online.
But people whom I know personally are reading this, and that’s weird. Like, can I really upload a three-paragraph post about being hungry now? Isn’t that just wasting people’s time?
I’ve mostly tried to avoid telling the people I know about the stuff I do. Especially back when I made webcomics. That’s not a thing most people are into. And I like to make heavy, obnoxious lore crap that only the biggest basement dwelling nerds are going to dig.
Observe:
So cringe!
But whatever. I guess I just have to accept that I’m cringe. I’m a basement-dwelling nerd.
Hi there, person reading this. You’ve stumbled upon the inane ramblings of a total dork. And there are probably going to be times when you think, “Oh shit, why did I subscribe? Man, I hope Ty doesn’t ask me about that weird blog post—I have no idea how I’ll respond; I totally didn’t even freaking get it!”
But don’t worry. We’ll make a pact here and now. You don’t have to understand it. Or comment on it. Or like it. You don’t even have to stay subscribed. In return, I’ll never ask you what you thought. And if I ever find the need to ask you what you think, it’s clear I’ve put too much effort into that post, and I’ll delete it with all speed!
Deal?
Deal.
Cool. I feel better now.
Well, when someone tells me I don't need to comment, I can't help myself from doing just that! On the other hand, I often tell people what I think, especially when they don't ask, so I may be the perfect subscriber.