Over the weekend I attended a pitch-a-rama, basically a speed-dating type of event for author’s and agents. You know-trying to find your pair.
And she was there. The quintessential narcissistic boomer of an agent, mind you, not even an agent, know-it-all, obnoxious, talked more about herself than listened to our pitches. Granted it was the end of the day, well, it was getting close and we were all tired. But, seriously, who are these people?
I paid for the event, $97, because I saw it on a BIPOC Binders, but still it was mostly whyte. I thought it would be an interesting way to push forward my writing career, but instead it was a reminer that conformity has always been my downfall, my enemy. Whenever I try to fit into something, instead of doing my own thing, it never works in my favor.
One of the other take-aways was to have only one social media account. I have always kept my music accounts separate from my sex therapy accounts. And, though it would be nice to have one account, instead of multiple, I often have multiple projects going at once, so it makes more sense this way…. (I am told it is because of all the Gemini I have in my chart: venus, mars and saturn plus my midheaven)
All of this to say, I have been thinking about merging my instagram accounts. It would be nice for people to find me, and not accidentally find the wrong account because they did a search for my name. but to do so I would have to abandon one entire account (Note: most social media platforms don’t allow you to merge accounts. I looked into it.) why the fuck would I or should I?
I cannot abandon my life stories. So I have to suck it up and love it. I have to love having two accounts, and keep going on as such.
Sorry for those who saw my story yesterday and followed me. I won’t be merging accounts. Carry on.