So, I Started A Blog

So, I Started A Blog

The So and So is here for all you what’s-your-names, watchamacallits and thingamabobs. Those who are figuring out how to figure it out, never quite sure what to call ourselves; ‘nobody’ sounds so crude, don’t you think?

Hi, my name is Dominique and I’ve got no idea what I’m doing. I do not write this in a light-hearted #relatable kind of way, but in the serious ‘I cried myself to sleep only to wake up 10 minutes later with a headache’ kind of way. As a recent Gender Studies graduate (yes, that’s a thing; no, it’s not a fad), I’m finally free to face the ‘real’ world and make my mark. The troubling thing is: I have no clue what I’m doing. Or what I want to do. Or what I can do to find out what I can do – or want to do – about either. So I started a blog.

So, now what?

I’m not sure how a blog will help, but sitting around feeling sorry for myself hasn’t worked (yet). So a blog it is. Luckily for me, I’ve always loved writing. From home made magazines chronicling the adventures of my stuffed animals (with illustrations), to submitting articles to the school newspaper about anything but school, to long-winded essays on how a lil’ bit of feminism can change the world for the better; words always have had the power to work out what I needed to work out, so this will work out, right? Right? RIGHT?!!

Existential crisis aside, The So and So is a passion project focussed on changing the way we word the world. I realised, while throwing my self-pity party, that there’s not one word in the dictionary that can define who or what we’re meant to be. So, instead of desperately trying to find that one word, the right word, to solve all of our problems, I choose to stumble and bumble as a way to explore what words – and acts tied to those words – can accomplish together. Heck, we can even invent our own wor(l)d! One where people stop asking you about your non-existing future plans.

Join the club!

So welcome to you – without a name, without a goal, without a clue. Yes, getting dressed is hard, grocery shopping is a matter of life and death, and thinking about your future only makes it worse. So why suffer in silence? Join the club! Complain about the weather as a way to deflect from your own despair! Sigh every time someone ticks off something from their to-do list! Roll your eyes and promptly turn around if they dare to ask you how you’re doing with whatever you’re doing!

But, as we’re trying to reinvent the world, I’ve made that persistent voice at the back of your mind our club captain. You know, the annoying one that proclaims ‘it’s but a scratch’ while your limbs are – metaphorically – chopped off. Because are we really going to get to the nitty gritty of things if we’re not willing to look at our wounds differently. Sure, you’re a defeated meat bag left to rot on the ground, unable to get up and walk away. But you can still slowly tumble to one side and let gravity do the rest! I mean, it’s just a flesh wound (translation: your diary is empty anyway). What’s the worst that can happen?

Don’t know where to start? Why not start here.