What are Thots of anobdy?
“Who am I to share this?”
Where Thots Come From
They just arrive.
During conversations.
During walks in the woods.
During sex.
Unannounced, uninvited. And yet — undeniably true when they do.
They emerge like birdsong in silence: fleeting, beautiful, slightly absurd.
But then, just as quickly, the doubt follows:
Who am I to share this?
I am anobdy.
Why would anyone care about the thots of anobdy?
This has been the quiet war inside me.
A tension between knowing I have something to offer and the fear that offering it is just ego in disguise.
Between the desire to be of service and the dread of sounding like a preacher.
The Ego Trap
Every time I feel the urge to share a thot, a deeper part of me whispers,
“Don’t. You just want to be seen. You just want to be enough.”
And maybe that’s true.
But maybe it’s also true that sharing a thot can be a letting go, not a grasping.
A form of exhale, not performance.
Maybe it’s not the thot that is ego — but how I hold it.
Why I Am Writing
I do not write these to teach.
I write because I struggle.
Because I contradict my own thots.
Because I wrestle with the Human Condition daily — with meaning, mortality, memory, money, with the absurdity of it all.
Anobdy is not a perfected self.
Anobdy is what’s left when I stop trying to be someone.
These thots are fragments of that surrender.
What Are Thots of Anobdy?
They are not content.
They are not advice.
They are glimpses — like reflections in riverwater.
Each one contains a tension, a question, a small flicker of something honest.
They are attempts to:
Deconstruct what I’ve been conditioned to believe
Catch the moment before the ego filters it
Name the paradox without needing to solve it
They are philosophy, psychology, shadow work, Taoism, science, trauma, joy, and nonsense — all stitched into a single line.
Who is Anobdy?
Anobdy is not a brand.
Not a philosophy.
Not a role model.
Anobdy is the self you return to when you stop performing.
Anobdy is the silence beneath the noise, the being beneath the doing.
It is not about detachment from the world, but showing up without the costume.
Anobdy believes that the point of life is the process of self-mastery, knowing that it is unattainable but still worth the effort.
If You’re Reading This
If these thots land somewhere in you — not with clarity, but with the a sense of questioning and a moment of pause — then stick around.
I will keep sharing them.
Not to be seen.
But to see what happens when I stop hiding.
Anobdy writes not to be known,
but to remember what is already known inside us all.