A little bit about moi

To all of you new here, hello!

I should probably introduce myself. I’m Aniqah, pronounced a-knee-car.

Leading with that suggests I’m used to being called something different, which of course I am. People have long questioned the grammatical faux pas in my name, before questioning if it’s English in origin. It’s all very English of them.

I’m what you would call a people person. Shouldn’t we all be? After all, it is people that make the world go round. They make us laugh, they make us feel loved. No matter how much we value personal space, we all need people.

I love that people are weird, and getting weirder. A weirdness that never ceases to amaze me, but keeps me coming back for more. To know there’s a freak in all of us is understanding how we ended up in this freak show to begin with. One trip on Reddit is all it takes to know that your darkest thought was also someone else’s. Cute.

I was supposed to be telling you about myself, but this tangent probably said more. That I’m a little bit all over the place. Not always knowing where I’m headed, but always trusting the process.

I write to free my mind from its thoughts. To make sense of the nonsensical. To connect in a disconnected world, and unlock what otherwise may stay stuck. I also love to gossip. To me, gossiping about the rich and famous is as guilt-free as gossip gets. If you’re contributing to the mess we’re in, we’re allowed to come for you. Sorry, I don’t make the rules.

But with all that separates us, we’re not all that different. As someone, somewhere once said, there’s more that connects us than divides us. Bezos might not know how many houses he has, and I may not have any (yet), but still, we’re on planet Earth, living versions of the human experience. One thing’s for sure though - only one of us pays taxes. And it ain’t Jeff.

But like it or not, we’re all aboard this shift in reality. We’re the first generation to bear witness to the union between the real world and the digital. A once in a lifetime sorta thing. An arranged marriage, of which we’re the disgruntled children, whose trauma is yet to be determined.

Now this is the sort of shit I like to write about. This, and actual shit. I don’t mean poo stories, though I love those too. I mean the shit we shouldn’t care to know. Like how Brooklyn Beckham is rejecting the family that made him, or how Katie Price was partying with the loser cruiser that is Conor McGregor.

A world that once felt hopeful, now reeks of despair. Showbiz used to numb the painful news, but now it’s just as fishy. Maybe that’s because we see it for what it is. Peado protectors and the power hungry. Yuck.

I talk to people, like you, because what would any of this mean without people to share it with? Together, we can laugh, so we don’t cry. We can shout, so we’re not silent. For the times, they are a changin’. And given these changes are impacting people, who better to talk to, than people?

I believe in the power of people, and I hope you do too! People are worth fighting for. I’m Aniqah, in the ether - and I’ll keep writing, and hope you write back. Together, we’ll create our own kind of super intelligence. One that’s people-powered.

Seriously though, thanks for subscribing. I started this on a whim, and here I am, feeling support far and wide. I really appreciate it. But that’s people for you. They pull through.

So let’s keep our eyes on this big, beautiful, broken world we call home, and maybe together, we’ll can find the words to help fix it. :)