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march 31, 2025 @ 02:55 am | est. reading time: 2 - 3 mins | word count 497

why i love being kinda cringe

whoah! a new post?? it’s been a while, hasn’t it?
let’s pretend i’m dropping a bombshell:i’m cringe. i’m totally fine with it. i’m cringe in the most unapologetic, embarrassing way possible, and honestly? who gives a shit? i’m free.

“cringe” is used by people who hate fun. by individuals that simply cannot grasp some people might like different things. people having hobbies? shocker, i know!! how dare they, am i right!

the thing is, to be cringe is to be free. like, that meme phrase is totally right. like, as soon as you stop trying to act “cool” or “put together”, your mental health will improve.cringe is not a bad thing, and the sooner you embrace it yourself, the better. why should you be afraid to like shit you like? because xxxedgyboi69xxx will have some bullshit to say? let it enter one in one ear, and leave in another. it doesn’t matter. no one matters, but yourself in this regard. let people spew shit. like, frfr.

i’ll sing loudly even though i’m out of tune, or can’t pronounce the song’s language properly. i’ll fangirl over dumb shit like i'm still a teenager. i’ll look for stupid memes. etc, etc, etc. and oh, sometimes i’ll laugh at my own jokes too! and you know what? it feels damn good. being cringe = being real. and being real means i’m free.

you don’t have to be anyone but yourself. and that is the ultimate freedom. like if it’s your leisure time who the fucks cares. if you’re not at your workplace or doing any serious work atm why the fuck would you want to be emotionless funless creature? that’s just not healthy, and you know it. look, i’m not here to be the person who fits into some box. i’m here to be the person who does whatever the hell they want. boxes are for shipping, not for people.

the more i embrace being cringe, the more i realize how much it’s just me being unapologetically myself. i don’t have to filter myself to fit in. people who like me, like me, those who don’t, don’t and that’s okay. i can laugh at how stupid i am, and leave it at that. and because of that, i’ve never felt more at ease with myself. like, yeah, sometimes i’ll say the dumbest things, or i’ll make a fool of myself in front of people. and you know what? who cares? those are real human experiences. it’s liberating. those moments don’t make me less—they make me more. more alive, more real, more free, more me.

here’s the real kicker: being “cringe” is a form of self-love. it means i’m not pretending to be someone i’m not. i’m letting my awkwardness and imperfections shine through because they make me... well, me. and the more i embrace that, the more i feel like i’m stepping into who i’m truly meant to be.

so yeah, i am cringe, and who the fuck actually cares?

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