If you’ve seen my writings, I usually write in third person. Mostly because I want readers to be able to relate to the characters, which you might know have no names. I don’t name them because I want them to be whoever they can be, each ‘he’ and ‘she’ can be interpreted differently by each reader. My ‘he’ and ‘she’ can be anyone. They can be me, you, or maybe someone you know. There is no limit to who they can be and what they can feel. But sometimes, some stories deserve to be told in first person. Because sometimes ‘he’ and ‘she’ are not enough to express the feelings that can be found in ‘I’.
But ‘I’, and apparently especially ‘እኔ’, lead to questions such as ‘Are you okay?’ and even worse ‘አይዞሽ’. But you know there is lying in writing, and one can’t lie unless they’re okay.
Your thoughts and pity after reading those ‘I’ and ‘እኔ’ stories make me feel like I am getting the care and love I do not deserve. I am a writer. I write because it gets me high. But that does not mean I have lived every story I write. It does not mean the pain in the stories is only mine. It does not mean the stories are only for me. The stories are amassed from what I see, hear, read and sometimes felt at some point. They are fictitious stories that I hope can still be relatable to most readers, but are not related to my life. At least not right now.
So, what is the point of this post you ask? Nothing special really. I just want to thank you for being concerned and showering me with love that I do not deserve and tell you that I am okay. Because you know , and one can’t lie unless they’re okay.