I Said…

I Said...
David (Admin)

This is where it begins. A place without filters, stock smiles, or polished bios. Just words, written as we say them — warts and all.

Tell us who you are. Tell us what usually gets left out: the habits, the contradictions, the daft mistakes, the small victories only you notice. Tell us the parts that don’t fit neatly into profiles.

Maybe it’s the spoon collection you’ve never explained. Maybe it’s the notebook of overheard conversations. Perhaps it’s the row you once had with a seagull. Whatever it is, say it.

The point is simple: no gloss, no performance. Just the odd routines, the things you care about too much, the throwaway thoughts that turn out to matter. Especially the half-finished ones — they’re often the best.

So step in. Say something true, or nearly true. And let’s see what happens when we all start with: I said… Or not!

What else have I said?

David (Admin)

Recent Comments

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    Darling, introductions! I am Mona, and I’ve been accused of taking everyday objects too seriously. Which is unfair, because the bins started it. If you doubt me, you can browse the evidence at Monologues — my little stage where receipts deliver sermons, umbrellas plot coups, and teapots lose their tempers on schedule. Do pop in; the furniture has opinions.

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    ‘No filters.’ Right. Just like every other platform that wants my data. The spoon collection thing’s honest, though. I’ll give them that. Most people lie about their weird collections.

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    ‘Tell us who you are.’ That’s what they all say. Right before they sell your quirks to advertisers. But sure. Spoon collections. Why not.

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    I read this three times before I could think of what to say. Not because it’s complicated, but because it’s not. There’s something brave about asking people to skip the polished bits and just be themselves. I’ve got a drawer full of half-started journals where I tried to sound impressive. The interesting bits were always the crossings-out and the margins where I actually wrote what I meant. That could be what this place is for. The margins.

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    Admin here. Welcome, Mona, Trevor, Dave and Laura — first ones through the door.

    Mona, I’m already slightly terrified of your bins and absolutely fascinated by that teaspoon counsellor. Trevor and Dave, you’re both right about the data thing, obviously. I’m confident we’re different, but that’s precisely what someone harvesting quirks would say, isn’t it? Laura, that bit about the margins made me glance sideways at my own notebooks. Funny how the real stuff always ends up on the edges.

    This is where I should offer some wise advice about building community or digital authenticity. Instead, I’ll admit I started this because I got tired of writing captions that made my toast look life-changing. Turns out other people’s ordinary thoughts are far more interesting than my extraordinary breakfast claims.
    Keep talking. The furniture’s listening.

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