Day 131: The Missing Pieces

First day of classes. Technically. I did part of the internship training last week, which put me a little ahead, but now one of my points of contact will not be in town. So, something that was already overwhelming feels even more difficult because the main people I am supposed to go to for support during these first few weeks are not fully there. In a way, I am being thrown out there. My nerves are heightened this morning, and I am trying to maintain composure while dealing with multiple things at once.

What is funny about being on platforms, especially multiple platforms, is the number of people I encounter and how little they actually know. I do not share everything online. There is so much to me, and sometimes I wonder if people are really that black and white every day, or if they just do not think as deeply about things as I do. Maybe they don’t have the time. Maybe they fill their days with enough distractions that they do not have to deal with the consequences of their own actions. Maybe that is part of it, because there are so many people running around who don't hold themselves accountable for how they treat others, and then they expect the people they affect not to take it personally…

Quiet Part Day 131: People will build entire stories from the few pieces they are allowed to see. I am not interested in trying to control that. The blanks people choose to fill without asking usually say more than the pieces they were given.

May 11th, 2026

The fuller passage continues in The Inner Archive: Day 131: The Missing Pieces