Recently, I’ve been finding joy in Instagram Archives. All those cringy posts from 2018 do give me a lot of dopamine. Why? I don’t know. Perhaps the thought of “this was me” or “this is how I felt 5 years ago” fascinates me.
Diving deeper into the past, back to 2016, I've unearthed some of the dumb things I used to write on the internet (Nairaland), and that’s another different form of dopamine rush. I came across a series I wrote about life as a fresher in university, and it was like stepping into a time machine. I could recall exactly where I was, how I felt, and what was going through my mind when I wrote that series.
I want to have such feelings years from now. However, in recent times, I found myself posting less and less media on the internet; I guess old age is kicking in, huh? The idea of posing and posting on socials is in the backseat of my thoughts, and I don’t think that will ever sit in front again. But I can still write, right? At least I try.
So I created this substack and aptly tagged it Kay is Murmuring.
ICYDK, murmuring is a low or indistinct continuous sound. Like, you don’t know what this person is saying, but you know he’s talking. You don’t think he’s talking to you, but you know he’s talking to himself. And maybe what he’s saying to himself actually makes some sense? So, you lean in, trying to decipher the murmurs.
That said, there’s no set direction for this substack. It won’t follow a straight line or have a clear subject matter. I’m just using this channel to keep a record of my thought process, to get some dopamine in the future, or to track my growth in terms of perspectives.
I have a tab in my notepad labelled “random thoughts”. And occasionally, I will pluck a thought from there and expand on it however I feel.
In the real sense, I don’t expect you to read this substack, but if you do, you’re very lucky.
