Red Paste Bean Ramblings

Hi, I'm rinta (she/they).

More than anything, I hope I can entertain you or inspire some thoughts. I’ve been into journaling for a long time (i.e. keeping a personal diary since 2010), and as such, I’ve reached the point where sharing my experiences could take the form of harmless and fun prose.

Interests

You will understand that I am deeply, deeply interested in understanding our world and sorting concepts in interacting boxes. In other words, I spend a lot of free time reading tvtropes (mostly media and useful notes sections), encyclopaedias—including Wikipedia—and history from the beginning of civilisation to modern ages. I also enjoy taxonomy, mostly on plants and animals. Yes, not completely unrelated, I love Pokémon. But if we had to breakdown what I want to talk about:

• Art
• Media (video games, music and cinema mostly)
• Thoughts
• Mental health (anxiety, depression and late peer-reviewed autism self-diagnosis)
• Micro-thoughts
• Skincare

But also more permanently, I enjoy:

• Teas (Fortnum & Mason)
• Brands (not sponsored by any means)

A bit of Internet history

My very first contact with the Internet, at the ripe age of 10 years old (gosh, that's very young), was through blogging¹ and forums. Therefore, I decided to come back to these roots. From those sentences, you can probably guess my generation—to confirm, I am 27.

A bit of Internet history—I have been a Tumblr user for some quite long time from 2014 to 2018, and a Twitter regular starting from 2016. You probably know what happened with the latter in the recent years. This definitely inspired some spite towards, well, the system that allowed the development of open garbage and its sustainability; and indirectly to myself. Being dependent on the same trash pile through which I catch glimpses of my friends' life. Micro-interactions, culture of immediacy (be it material or informative gratification), are the mind killers. On which you grow dependent over time. Something about convenience yielding mediocrity—sadly true.

And so, I missed feeling history, slow thought, gently appearing over time. Something like an alcove, not the main room, or a letter, a piece of information that has a physical meaning. You do not have to read it instantly. You do not have to check it every hour. There is no feed. There is no fire in the room.

I think there is something beautiful, and unsettling of course, about being anonymous and deeply personal at the same time. This is another feeling I have missed.

Language

English is not my first language—while I'm trying to be as authentic as possible, I may possibly use language correction software. Not to change my words per se, but correct the grammar. I apologize in advance if my tone might come off as dry or "edgy"—perhaps it’s a remain of my histrionic tendency, a desire to be noticed over my unassuming self. Also forgive the sometimes clunky style or choice of words.

Some other whims are inherited by speech. Footnotes are great as they expand the topic while not diverging too much from the actual track of thought, unlike real-life conversation. Parentheses express my love for over detailing. And finally, I’ve decided to give more attention to information quality and source claims.

Last but not least, content warnings will be properly stated.

Online presence

I am not a fan of stalking or lurking by any regards, but that is coming from someone who uses the exact same handle everywhere—or a variation. Therefore, giving it away is the digital equivalent of a business card. So there you go.

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