Brilliant

I have been writing and deleting what I write for hours now and have achieved a very strong sense of being trapped in my own head. Every sentence I tap out is a prisoner calling for help that will never come. I will point out that I am writing this in my nice home and could go outside and be somewhere good if I wanted but it is very important that I invest the story of my failure to achieve an interesting thought with some kind of dramatic oomph.

Several hours ago I was quietly confident I would have a testament to my brilliance done and dusted by days end, but as the sun sinks towards  the horizon I know all is lost and I have wasted an entire day of my life typing shitty words and flushing them.

Woe is me! I have given my all and been rewarded with ashes. Even my inner child scorns me. This is fucked and I don't like it. Doesn't my creativity know I live in a capitalist system that requires that I provide a constant stream of online content? How can I build an audience if I am not reminding people of my vision by saying, "Look at me! Look at me! Look at me! Look at me! Look at me! Look at me!" You know, like a real artist?

Anyway, now I have to go to a meeting and sort of quietly leak confidence into the atmosphere so people will want to work with me. Brilliant. 

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

Hotdog Warlord

The Exciting Apple Vision Pro

My Trigger Words