Okay, so maybe it's a little unconventional. But hear me out. I fell in love. And then, logically, I started livestreaming.
Becoming a Streaming Star (Almost)
I downloaded all the apps. Twitch, YouTube, that one with the weird name nobody can pronounce. I was ready to become an internet sensation!
My first stream was… educational. Mostly, I learned how much I hate seeing my own face on a screen. And that my apartment lighting is terrible.
I set up a little backdrop. A tapestry I bought on clearance. Some strategically placed succulents. I even got a ring light. Suddenly, I was a professional (sort of).
The Audience of...Me?
Viewers? Well, that was another story. Let's just say my mom was a loyal supporter. Thanks, Mom!
But honestly, it wasn't about the views. It was about the *process*. Broadcasting my life felt… cathartic. Like shouting my feelings into the digital void.
I tried different things. Cooking streams (disaster!). Gaming streams (I’m terrible!). Even "deep thoughts" streams (avoid these at all costs).
The chat was usually empty. Except for the occasional bot spouting gibberish. But I persevered!
One time, a guy asked if I sold feet pics. I politely declined. Welcome to the internet, I guess?
Embracing the Absurdity
Here's the thing: I'm not a streamer. I'm just a person. A person in love. A person who decided to share that love (or lack thereof) with the world, one awkward livestream at a time.
Maybe it was a terrible idea. Maybe it was brilliant. I'm still not sure.
But here's my unpopular opinion: putting yourself out there, even if it's just to an audience of crickets, is kind of… empowering.
I learned to laugh at myself. To embrace the cringe. And to appreciate my mom's unwavering support.
Besides, who needs fame when you have love? (And a semi-functional ring light.)
The Verdict on Love and Livestreaming
So, did livestreaming make me a better lover? Probably not. Did it make me a more interesting person? Debatable.
Did I discover a hidden talent for on-screen charisma? Absolutely not. I think I peaked at awkwardly waving to the camera.
But did I have fun? Yes. Did I learn something about myself? Definitely. Would I do it again? Maybe. Maybe with better lighting.
The most important thing? The person I fell in love with? They thought it was hilarious. Which, honestly, is probably the best possible outcome.
So, next time you're feeling a little crazy, a little impulsive, a little bit in love… try livestreaming. Just don't blame me if your mom is your only viewer.
And remember to invest in good lighting. Trust me on this one.
Seriously, though, thanks Mom.
