Hello world!

What an adventure! Here I am finally setting up a blog. I’ve always had way too many things swirling around in my brain, and would write to unpack it (hence the name), and now it seems I’ve found another outlet for sanity.

Surprise! I’m a writer. I tell stories. Some of them based on real life, and some of them made up in my head. A bit of a coping mechanism, I can find inspiration in practically anything around me. Need a for example? For example: My boss and I get along really well. We’ve worked together for ages but every once in a while we disagree and this time it happened to end up with him leaving and me sitting at my desk stewing about it. Both of us finishing the day saying more to each other with the sideways glances than the curt, polite words we used out loud.

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I didn’t actually do anything, and would never do anything like that (I’m a rule follower). Besides being illegal, I’m actually very fond of him, but needless to say I felt SO MUCH BETTER the next day and went to work grinning like the cat that ate the canary. I’m sure he was wondering why I kept smiling at him, or not. Maybe he didn’t notice. Who knows? What I know is that writing is like having a magic power. I can do what I want, when I want, to whom I want and it’s all fine. Within reason of course. I may have considerably more time to write after posting this.