I Am My Favourite Writer

I know what this must sound like. If I ever saw a title like that, I’d think two things. One – they’re a narcissist, and two – they’re a bit of a bragger if they’re calling themselves a writer. But honestly, there’s nothing wrong with being a narcissist. You’ll always have someone to love you. Yourself. Anyway, getting to the point of why I’m writing this. Yes there’s more to this than just showing off how obsessed I am with myself. Just hold on a little longer and read through.

When I read something, the degree of how much I like it often depends on how much I can relate. If it’s fiction, I imagine myself as the protagonist. If it’s just some random writing, I see if it applies to me. Sometimes I just wonder if that piece of writing makes me feel anything. So when I go through my blog, each one of those checkboxes gets a little tick. Everything I write is somehow based on personal experiences. So one scroll down the feed on my blog is essentially a stroll down memory lane. Jeez. That’s some quote worthy stuff isn’t it? I get this way when I’m passionate about what I’m saying. You might ask me now. What is the purpose of this post? Well, it’s that no matter who you please or impress. Write for yourself. Write something you’ll be able to look at years or even just days later and smile because of it. Today I feel like a writer. Not because of someone else. Not because of a nice little compliment. I am indeed very thankful for all the wonderful things everyone says. But today I feel like a writer because I scrolled through my blog and enjoyed what I read.

– The Obsessive Writer


If you could relate to this, share your “I am my favourite” story with me in the comments below or in a post of your own and link back to me. I will check it out! 🙂 Happy Blogging!

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Never Give Up.

I’ve been blogging for years always hoping for the next big thing, looking forward to that imminent break that I think I’m going to get. Some of us don’t get big breaks. We get small, moderate breaks that we have to live with.

What happens then? I’m constantly battling with this question. Do you give up and go in search of the next thing you might be the best at or do you keep going at whatever you’re doing already?

I purchased this domain a few months ago thinking I’ll do this if I can make the amount of money I put into it within a year. But that’s most likely not going to happen as WordAds doesn’t really yield much profit for a site like mine that barely receives average traffic. Maybe I haven’t satisfied that initial goal but I still feel like I’d rather continue with the blog. I will most likely press the renew button for the domain subscription when the time comes.

I guess this answers the question. To me, it doesn’t matter if I can’t be the best. Well it does matter and not being able to be amazing at this is kind of soul crushing but it doesn’t affect me enough to discourage me. It doesn’t bother me enough to get me to drop this. Because sometimes we get so emotionally invested in a dream that the journey itself seems worthwhile even if there’s a chance that we may never arrive at the rightful destination.

These are the kind of dreams I hope you fight for too. Never give up things that make you who you are. If the thing you’re battling with is also writing/blogging, join me on this relentless crusade. Let’s make the world a better place one blog at a time 🙂

– The Obsessive Writer

What Defines A Good Person? (Reblog of the Day)

This is something we can all relate to! A wonderful article by an amazing writer. This blog needs way more attention than what it’s getting. Please check out this talented writer’s post.

If you’d like to be featured on my blog, please check out this post and share your post in the comments.

– The Obsessive Writer.

Jen's Life

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I have to ask myself this question all the time. I even ask my cat, Libra.

To me, a good person is someone who would return a wallet, as is, if found, regardless if the wallet had a shit ton of money inside. Why? Because this shows how strong their moral compass is, especially when given a situation that is very tempting.

A couple of days ago, I came across this kind of situation. It wasn’t a wallet though. I was at the gym near the squat rack and I noticed there were a couple of locking collars lying by the barbell I was about to use. Collars are clips that lock weights into place on a barbell. They cost around $20 – $50 for a pair and the ones I found looked pretty nice. No one claimed them and the gym doesn’t supply those because people would take them…

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Love Yourself

So many people rant about self-love, and I don’t know about you, but I often wonder things like, “They’re just saying that because they have someone” you know? I’m skeptical to people who have millions of loving people in their lives who talk about self-love being the only love that “matters”. And then there are those perfect, flat stomached, curvy girls who say looks don’t matter so don’t hate your body. Love it for what it is.

We all are in this journey in life to find someone to complete us. Some of think we already found them, some of us never stop looking and some of us hate our lives because we don’t have that someone. What is this someone for, you ask? It is to help bury all those insecurities. Am I pretty enough? Am I skinny enough? Am I funny enough? Am I lovable? Am I fun to be around? We want someone who’s going to answer all those questions in a positive way for the rest of our lives to feed our growing insecurities.

What if you’ve already got that person and you’ve no idea? What if I told you I know who completes you?

It’s you.

Yes, I’m starting to sound like those people who talk about self-love too, aren’t I? Well times have changed and I’ve had some growing up to do. It’s not just one or two but almost everyone who loves themselves seems to have a lot of people who love them. Everyone who feels confident about how they look is often perceived as beautiful and gorgeous. Are you seeing the common denominator here?

Be that person who sits on the bed with yourself and hold your own hand and stop those tears. Learn to cheer yourself up. You were born as a whole and you don’t need someone to complete you. Once you’ve reached that stage where you love yourself whether you lose that 10 kilos or not, those petty things won’t matter. And when you’re around people you’ll start thinking about how they make you feel rather than panicking about whether they like you or not. That’s the day you’ll find love, and friends and people who accept you for who you are. And that’s the day you’ll feel beautiful inside out.

– The Obsessive Writer

Anger Management

I don’t understand how a certain group of people are categorised as impulsive. How are only some people that way? Is it not human to feel an impulse? If it were up to me there would only be two categories. People who are alive, and those who are dead.

But I’ve been told recently that I couldn’t always say or do what I liked. And that being “impulsive” is not the right way to deal with things. That right course of action is apparently to carefully think about it and agonise over it until you’re too numb to want to do something about how you’re feeling.

Like if you’re at work and a co-worker undermines you, or you’re at school and someone takes credit for your work or belittles you. Would you just walk away? That is the society we live in. There’s so much importance to conforming to social norms and “decency”, that the line between right and wrong is so blurry these days.

If you’re able to bottle up your feelings when someone stabs you in the back, or outright insults you, then good for you. I cannot live a lie like that. And I won’t. To hell with your opinions. I will remain impulsive for as long as I have a pulse.

– The Obsessive Writer

Inside Out

I write away my sorrow

It is the only way I know.

Spilling ink thicker than blood.

Leaving behind words in place of scars.

They said, Be the change and the world will follow.

I pretend to be reborn.

I tell myself that I am the change.

And the world did follow,

On Instagram to mock at my expense.

Some people see a few familiar faces and call it home.

What if I need to look at hearts and not faces?

When I look through those chunks of rock

Will I still be able to tell them apart?

This mind of mine colourfully black and white,

Scatters them into piles of two

They all judge me for my depth

Some look at my pockets and some my poetry.

© Abirami

MOONCHILD

Would you think I was crazy

If I said the dark gave me peace?

There are no blaring lights,

In these calming nights.

No one can really see,

The dark offers a lot of privacy.

To just be, to exist.

Live a life unnoticed.

What goes unnoticed, remains untouched.

I’d like to be that unbruised flower.

The one you water every day in your garden of dreams.

For when the morning comes,

So does all the hate.

I am more than how the light falls on me.

I am more than what they see.

They teach us to beware of the monsters under our bed.

Whilst they hide in plain sight, all the demons in their head.

© Abirami