Sometimes itās scales or arpeggios, sometimes itās whatever music I like and have listened to recently or in the past, sometimes itās whatever pop song of the moment Iāve been unfortunate enough to be exposed to like a disease. When I started writing this it was part of Cheap Thrills by Sia and as I continued that stopped and now itās a scale in thirds (donāt ask me in what key itās been a while since I played music).
My inner monologue also rarely shuts up and can be repetitive so it could be a list of things I need to do, observations, recurrent anxieties or fixations, or thinking about some kind of a problem Iām working on as some examples, and those can all be concurrent in kind of a jumbled layered mess depending on how good Iāve been at practicing mindfulness and containment lol. The more I externalize those running thoughts into notes, the less clutter they take up in my brainā¦
Oct 30, 2024
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I know itās a fairly common thing but Iāve recently come so fond of listening to two or three songs before I go to bed. In a way that I kind of just stare at the wall and think of the day and contemplate but I canāt help but feel (I know this sounds dumb) that itās these like end credits to a really lovely movie. Except itās my day?!!
I dunno very dumb. I sometimes try to fall asleep with this music playing in my ears or behind my head tucked beneath the pillow so I can prolong this like climactic emotional expression to capstone the day. It always frustrates me when I eventually do have to sleep, turn the music off, and go off to dream in the quiet ambience of my room. My brain does sometimes keep the music blasting even without my earphones though which is very kind.
Music I feel justifies all these things happening in my life. As if it doesnāt hold value if the songs I listen to arenāt played. Itās like you watch a movie that you just love and sorta sit in awe as the credits roll and the music swells. Thatās how I feel about my day most nights! At least lately that is. Really lovely music squeezing my brain into an appreciative analysing ritual of the day.
Iām just yapping at this point but I can definitely attribute this to always having this deep urge for my life to amount to something worth telling a story about. I watch so many amazing movies and I think it would be such a waste to have the only amazing experiences I witness come from outside my life. Soooooooooo #romanticiseyourownlife I guess??
Just felt the need to express it. I had a good wall watching session just then listening to Broken Social Scenes album āYou Forgot It In Peopleā (too many bangers) and I couldnāt help but speak my mind about it :)
Feb 17, 2025
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I think the instrumental is the most important thing for me, and in some ways can speak more powerfully than lyrics because it isnāt as limited by language and interpretation, and can be a more raw outlet for emotion- like Iāll often think a song is about one thing from just paying attention to the instrumental and then go on genius and feel Confused. But also a well timed line in a song can hit extremely hard and remind you of the universality of human experiences or be super funny or make you feel confident, especially if itās a song you know very well and a line you havenāt thought about much before. I have noticed that most of my favorite songs, even across genres have a similar sonic cadence and kind of gravity? If that makes sense? And that peoples favorite songs are usually attuned to a super specific wavelength that I canāt fully verbalize but encompasses their being. Sorry if thats stupid and thatās just taste but also Iām really tired.
Feb 21, 2025
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I started playing piano when I was a kid and I got an electric keyboard when I moved out to LA. I like to sing and play so thatās mainly why I got it. Last year, I decided it would be nice to get back into classical piano again ā like Debussy, Bach, whatever other classical composers are probably in the public domain so I could get sheet music for free (a life hack of mine personally is to get stuff for free). Practicing an instrument has been actively the most meditative I can ever get. Focusing on something else with my hands that I have to engage with in a tactile and focused capacity has done wonders for me to not think the dumb thoughts I think all the time, like ādoes my dog know what the TV is, or does he think itās just a crazy windowā.
Feb 24, 2022
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My dad teases me about how when I was a little kid, my favorite thing to do when I was on the landline phone with somebodyābe it a relative or one of my best friendsāwas to breathlessly describe the things that were in my bedroom so that they could have a mental picture of everything I loved and chose to surround myself with, and where I sat at that moment in time. Perfectly Imperfect reminds me of that so thanks for always listening and for sharing with me too š
Feb 23, 2025
Schedule sent my resignation email for the morning, effective immediately ā
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Feb 27, 2025
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Iāve been thinking about how much of social media is centered around curating our self-image. When selfies first became popular, they were dismissed as vain and vapidāa critique often rooted in misogynyābut now, the way we craft our online selves feels more like creating monuments.
We try to signal our individuality, hoping to be seen and understood, but ironically, I think this widens the gap between how others perceive us and who we really are. Instead of fostering connection, it can invite projection and misinterpretationāpreconceived notions, prefab labels, and stereotypes. Worse, individuality has become branded and commodified, reducing our identities to products for others to consume.
On most platforms, validation often comes from how well you can curate and present your imageāselfies, aesthetic branding, and lifestyle content tend to dominate. High engagement is tied to visibility, not necessarily depth or substance. But I think spaces like PI.FYI show that thereās another way: where connection is built on shared ideas, tastes, and interests rather than surface-level content. Itās refreshing to be part of a community that values thoughts over optics.
By sharing so few images of myself, Iāve found that it gives others room to focus on my ideas and voice. When I do share an image, it feels intentionalāsomething that contributes to the story I want to tell rather than defining it. Sharing less allows me to express who I am beyond appearance.
For women, especially, sharing less can be a radical act in a world where the default is to objectify ourselves. It resists the pressure to center appearance, focusing instead on what truly matters: our thoughts, voices, and authenticity. Iāve posted a handful of pictures of myself in 2,500 posts because I care more about showing who I am than how I look.
In trying to be seen, are we making it harder for others to truly know us? Itās a question worth considering.
Dec 27, 2024