@flyspicejet My flight has been rescheduled for the 4th time. If it can’t happen, let me know and I’ll try to figure out something else (post a refund) but you keep pushing the flight time by 2-3 hours, at no prior prompt notice btw, I’ve only been able to know of the changes cuz I’m checking
Sometimes I think, how sad it is to be a critic of literature in the professional 'job' sense. You read as if you're in an arena. You can't put down a book without a battle of arms, and then as if that wasn't enough--the battle is documented.
It's all fun and games joking about having anxiety, and what not until when it ends up happening in real, it really scares the shit out of you. My God. I don't want any of it. Like, wtf. Let me breathe.
I feel like I've stopped learning in life. As if I were a pond instead of a river. Stagnant. It saddens me truly, to know that I've boxed myself.
Perhaps I don't like to admit this, but I want like a fairy guide in my life. The one who gently tells me what to do every second.
I've been promoted to a senior position and I honestly have zero self worth. I just don't want the senior word to show up when someone hovers over my profile. Like, wtf, I'm a noob. I can't be that. I can only be wind, and a half eaten apple on a sunny day.
Every short story I've attempted in the recent 2 years, all have started either in the middle, slightly off-beginning or as an aftermath of the protagonist delivering head. That's ample evidence enough to tell myself to quit story writing.