I Don't Want A Niche
My essence says no, plus a random spiel.
Greetings Earthlings! How was your weekend? Isn’t it kinda weird that society dictates the days we get to ‘relax’, i.e. the weekend. I mean I’m pretty anxious about Monday and the tasks I have to do, but it’s currently Sunday so I’m like in the chill out zone or something, despite it being only 12 hours away…
“Find your niche, Zalayka”
Is what my lecturers are advising me to do when I asked about going fully freelance for my potential DPS next year, (Diploma in Professional Studies) it’s like a gap year but you get to work in industry based on creative professional choices, to gain work experience etc.
They insist that I find ways to accumulate money through various "revenues" to fund my travels, even though I don't expect to receive any pay for work experience. On that note, I will be selling bits of my soul for people to use and rent me for their PR, so anyone interested in promoting their business, please do hit me up! My only standard is that your organisation has to be somewhat sustainable and ethical. I know, I know, I’m sorry—but if you're a mainstream cosmetic brand looking for young female creators to promote your ‘luxury items,’ it won’t be too hard to find the right person! Simply pick up a fairly light rock and throw it a meter away from you at any London landmark, such as The London Bridge, Greenwich market, and definitely Oxford Circus. The more alike they look to their friendship groups, the higher the chance they’ll say yes! And yes, hegemonic femininity exists, which is currently why I barely have any female ‘friends’ my age, like where do they even hang out??
Leave the yucky comfort zone
Choosing a niche to me is finding a tree branch and only focusing your attention to that one branch; writing about how unique and special it is while inadvertently negating the value of all the other branches, the dirt beneath the tree, the invisible roots and the tree itself. When you know just how integral that one branch is to the whole ecosystem, love all the branches and leaves, explore all types of trees, my favourite is Hornbeam but I think they’re all pretty special in their own mystical ways! If your interested in visiting some very old trees, then head on down to Epping Forest and discover the beauty in variety and Nature!
Unless your super neurotic about writing and creating the same thing everyday, which is by default just living in the system but you’ve limited yourself even further?? Ah, I don’t get it. I’m so changeable, I go from obsessing about one guy to finally cringing at my own desperation to connect with someone, because I see “potential” in them.
Back to the anti-niche philosophy, I feel almost disappointed to be told at a university level to find what makes me special enough to only bring value in the industry; it’s slightly heartbreaking when the path you want to choose isn’t economically popular and financially viable to explore, which is why many people are hesitant when it’s brought up in conversation. Like if I wanted to be a rich billionaire, studying journalism seems very far from achieving that goal; also, I’m so anti-establishment, how could I possibly morph into a more docile character and write for mainstream publications? You essentially become a bot, and how are you meant to find out what makes you special when a news outlet mechanically crafts your words? I pitch that independent writers from London and Greater London should merge together and help each other form a cohesive ecosystem of generating local news; I would happily help raise funds for anyone up for that idea!
What to even write about?
All experiences are to a degree universal, so I’m sure someone will relate: As a female, two days ago I realised how much I dislike wearing acrylic nails; being irritated and bothered by them, I ripped each hardened plastic one by one off my nails by biting into them and spitting it out. I know, not very feminine of me, but not to worry—no blood was shed. My true nails underneath were long and brittle after three to four infills. I now love my cute, small, half-bitten, colourful nails that aren’t imprisoned by my irrational desire to be more attractive, because let's be honest, fake nails can be very appealing, with the exception of duck nails; I’m sorry, they’re so horrible.
Currently, I’m on a yoga teacher training course. It’s been far more difficult than I expected. I guess I fear that after studying the course material, my tiny brain won’t have enough brain juice to fully absorb all of the content in each of the sections, especially the bits in Sanskrit. I fear failure, admittedly. Though it's weird since I want to know everything about the history of Yoga yet am avoiding learning, truly a fascinating dilemma as a case study but not when its affecting you. Hopefully, in a few months I'll be able to share what I've learnt about yoga with all of you Earthlings and continue to disseminate my views and wisdom. Wish me luck! ⋆˚✿˖°
To wrap this bit up, I can’t conform to standards I’m required to set myself to find out what I’m genuinely capable of. I am human and multifaceted; I want to try new things, experiment, and encounter situations I could never have predicted. And definitely, I would leap off of a plane. I look to my furry friend, Lexi, and ask her, “How did this even happen?” How did we get to a time where humans are dominant over other species? I’m sorry, Lexi, I’m part of the hierarchy that domesticated your whole species and other kinds. I hope you find happiness among the neighbourhood cats. I love you x ꨄ
This is so painfully true..I'm a writer, sure, but I also want to paint and be good at driving and being a best friend and sketch and edit videos and do graphic design and make money and have a small house and ahhhhhhhh
« it’s slightly heartbreaking when the path you want to choose isn’t economically popular and financially viable to explore, which is why many people are hesitant when it’s brought up in conversation. » This over here is THE TRUTH🤯