Moxie’s Diary!

Hey Reader,  It’s 12:37 a.m. on October 14th. I was chilling and wondering if my last post " What Would You Do If Your Friend Made You Feel Small? " has the right title. Then I realized that it has a colon, which I’ve learned is a sign of an AI-generated title. I panicked a bit because I didn’t want my post to sound like “AI-written”. I decided to change it to a more SEO-friendly title — a question which is the basis of the post anyway. Oops, there’s an em dash! I had also learned one early morning, while I was hurkle-durkling in bed, that people now believe a post with an em dash was written by AI! Oh my! What an invention AI has brought to the world of writing! I could have sworn writers have been using an em dash since time immemorial, long before humans created Artificial intelligence.  I mean, I thought punctuation marks have always existed, but oh well!

Dear Intentional Reader,  It's 7:12 p.m. on October 10. I just started the first draft of this post over tea, but as usual, you’ll be reading the final published version. You know I had just learned that tea bags are unhealthy because they release billions of microplastics in hot water. So I’m idly thinking about that while sipping my tea and writing this. I recently had a conversation with one of my acquaintances, and we talked about friendship. To avoid any confusion, I’ll refer to her as “Nkechi”, but this is not her actual name. Ouu, I think I may have accidentally come up with a title for this post.  Update: I changed my mind about the title. I can't even tell you how many times I've changed the title of this post, because apparently everything looks AI now! So Nkechi used to have a friend whom she’d known for about nine years. She said they were close friends and shared almost everything about their lives.

Dear Intentional Reader, It’s the 30th of June; a day with pluvial weather. I love it when it rains, but the way it’s been raining over the past few days is beginning to annoy me! All kinds of creatures ( I’m referring to crawling animals and insects in this context, but I h@te them so much, hence the exaggeration) are beginning to crawl out because the flood has chased out of their habitats. Two nights ago, a centipede crawled into the house while I was working out. I cried for real, and I was sure my neighbors heard me. I thought of going out to knock on a neighbor’s door — preferably a male to help me kill it, but then I summoned courage and killed the b@$t@rd!! Excuse my choice of language, please.

It’s the wee hours of the 11th of June; I had just finished my workout and headed to the shower — thinking about how I have to make sure I read a page or two of the book I’m currently reading before I sleep — and then it struck me, “Moxie, you’re changing.” At that moment, I felt very proud of myself, so while I was in the shower, I started thinking about it. I think I’ve healed a lot of things within myself. Sometimes we don’t even realize we need healing. When you hear words like therapy or healing, you assume they’re only for people with obvious issues, but that’s not necessarily true. The more you understand yourself, the more you begin to question why you behave the way you do. Sometimes, you realise that certain habits and reactions have a lot to do with how you were raised, the people you grew up around, the company you keep, or simply the things you’ve become so used to that you hardly question them anymore. Here are some of the changes I’ve noticed in myself: 1. I no longer fe...

Dear Intentional Reader, I think as we grow older and become adults, friendships ending without a fight become inevitable. People rarely talk about these kind of friendships that end peacefully: no dramatic argument, no blocked numbers, no final speech.

Every year when February approaches, the internet starts screaming in red. Everyone is talking about Valentine's Day except me and you, maybe? That is if you don't care about Valentine's Day. It's not like I've never cared about it all my life. I used to, but if I'm being honest about it, it was because of pressure; and I was way younger then. The pressure is lowkey still there, but now I have more control over it! Today I chose to put my thoughts into writing, so hi there, thank you for stopping by. I appreciate you taking your time to read this piece.