Let the awkwardness wash over you. Let the fear of being "too much" stand in the corner. Because the truth is, nobody ever changed their life, fell in love, or healed a wound by being a little bit invested.
Why did we spell it serial instead of serious ? As a child, it was a mistake. But as a metaphor, it’s perfect.
Being serial is standing in the firing line of reality and refusing to flinch.
Because the moment you go "superduper serial," you are vulnerable. You cannot hide behind the hedge of "just kidding." If you fail at something you genuinely cared about, you can't claim you were being sarcastic. If you profess love and it isn't returned, you can't laugh it off as a prank. superduper serial
To be superduper serial is to burn the ships on the shore. It is to say, "I am not keeping a backup plan. I am not keeping one foot out the door. I am here."
I’m not joking. I’m not being meta. There is no punchline.
I want to invite you to reclaim that childish phrase. Not the misspelling, but the spirit. Let the awkwardness wash over you
Pick one thing today where you refuse to be ironic. Pick one conversation where you refuse to say "I feel like" or "sort of." Pick one dream you’ve been hiding behind a layer of "it’s probably stupid, but…"
When you are superduper serial about something, you aren't just having a feeling. You are committing to a narrative. You are saying, "I am going to show up for this tomorrow, and the day after, and the day after that." It transforms a fleeting emotion into a plot line.
That takes guts.
"Fine" is the enemy of the superduper serial. "Fine" is lukewarm water. "Fine" is the safety of the gray zone. The serial person doesn't do "fine." The serial person is passionate or devastated, all-in or broken, inspired or exhausted.
There is a phrase that lives in the quiet, sticky corners of my childhood memory. It’s not a grand philosophical quote or a line of sacred scripture. It’s the playground vernacular of the 1990s:
I am superduper serial about this. About writing. About loving the people in my small orbit. About refusing to let the cynicism of the algorithm harden my ribs. Why did we spell it serial instead of serious