A quite corner for me to ramble.
So, a public diary? Yes, I know I have an unhealthy relationship with attention..
Also, I don't know HTML so this should be fun.
Anyhow, it's called paradoxicallyconfused because when I was 14 and gmail had just begun, I made an email address and I wanted it to sound cool and erudite-esque for when I shared it with my seemingly very literary crush, and I had recently come across the word "paradox" (but didn't realize that I didn't quite understand it), so yeah. When I was 18, I went on a volunteer trip where I met a bunch of new people, and we had all been sent the same email (without BCC) when signing up so everyone had the list of emails, but didn't know whose was which. So, my closest friend on that trip once was like can you believe someone emailed with the address "paradoxicallyconfused", and I fessed up it was me, and lots of jokes ensued. It's one of my favorite memories because of how fun that banter was but also because I know current-me would be ashamed and hide and consequently deny oneself that connection, so I'm very proud of younger me for being more fearless and authentic, so I continue to be paradoxicallyconfused.