What do I write here?
I don’t know. I’m an engineer, sure. Although I don’t like saying I am an engineer. What if one day I want to work as a barista? Would I be an engineer drawing cute flowers on overpriced lattes? Or can I say I’m a barista?
My coffee is getting cold. I’ll still drink it because I’m not throwing it away. Why am I drinking something I’m not enjoying?
Back to the about page. Ugh, this is hard. What do people write here? They all sound so clever and creative. Let’s google this. NO. I’m not some random dude about’s page with my name stamped on top.
This is me. Whatever this is.
What if no one likes it? Worse, what if no one reads this? Would that be worse? Sounds liberating. I can write whatever the fuck I want.
Lalalalalala.
Let’s add a picture of me drinking mate in Argentina. It looks artistic. Readers will think I’m cool.
Why do I care what YOU think about me? I don’t know you. You are probably reading this on the metro going to work. Why are you even reading this?
Well, you are here now so hi. Nice to meet you. I’m Pablo. That’s how I introduce myself.
I love introducing myself. It makes the other person feel comfortable. Kills the awkward silence. I always say something dorky with a smile. You smile and they have no other choice but to smile back. Checkmate, your base belongs to us.
Well, I can’t smile at you. I need another party trick for you to like me. FOR FUCK’s SAKE, why am I so obsessed with getting you to like me? At least I’m being honest. Yay.
I promise I’m cool. No, that sounds lame. Click click click, Delete delete delete. What is the name of the sound of a keystroke?
I can’t promise to be cool. Doesn’t depend on me. I can just be me. Some people will love me, some people will hate me. Much better than everybody saying “meh” when someone asks them about me.
Why would anybody ask them about me? Again, I am so obsessed with myself. No one cares about me and IT’S FINE. I also don’t care about others.
Well, I kinda do. But I don’t tell them how much I care about them. It would look needy. Or maybe not.
Should I edit this text? Groom my stream of consciousness to make it look normal? Nah, I’m tired of being normal.
Hey, are you still there? Sorry for the randomness. On the other hand, this is the best description of myself I’ve ever written. You probably know me better now than 99% of the people who shook my hand.
I guess we are friends now. Wanna hang out? LMK.
Ci vediamo dopo,
Pablo.
