You Suck and That's Sad
There's nothing like going to bed elated because you've just spent your time learning a photoshop technique. It's like discovering a secret handshake when you were a kid, and you couldn't wait to do it in front of other people who didn't know the handshake. You display your "work of art" (and I DO use this term so loosely) on the worldwide web and sleep tight with the satisfaction that you're one step closer to your dream goal.
In the morning, you wake up, like a person who has just discovered they possess super powers, and think this is it, today is the day when life takes a turn for the exciting. When you're stupidly optimistic like that, nothing can get you down. Not road rage, traffic jams, not even going to work at 8 in the morning with the knowledge that you have the MOST stressful week ahead. You're a goddamn superhero, as you cruise down the highway thinking: I own 95 South. OK I probably went overboard with that last part. But you're feeling great.
To supercharge yourself for the day, you decide to have one more look at a hard night's work. Only to discover that it wasn't as big of a masterpiece as you thought. There is nothing worse than finding out that not only does your laptop's resolution blow, and that the screen may be seriously demented, but that you have publicly posted a blotchy photo and left it there overnight as "art". Nevermind the fact that your monitor screen has beer goggles and you can NEVER trust it again, but what's more disappointing is that you managed to convince yourself that you could have potential overnight.
Just like the time when I was sure my blog entries could be converted into a book one day, and that it would surely be a best seller. Laugh now but realize that you ARE reading my blog.
And as if on cue, you spill coffee on yourself. Realizing once and for all that you do not have super powers and that life was just fucking with you as per usual.
Exaggeration? Perhaps. But having your work on display is like being naked on stage. One minute you realize you could be somethin special and the next, well you'll be lucky if you only left it displaying for a night. And you ask yourself: why do you let it happen. Why get so built up only to have a greater let down. There's no answer, there never is, but you keep doing it anyway.
In the morning, you wake up, like a person who has just discovered they possess super powers, and think this is it, today is the day when life takes a turn for the exciting. When you're stupidly optimistic like that, nothing can get you down. Not road rage, traffic jams, not even going to work at 8 in the morning with the knowledge that you have the MOST stressful week ahead. You're a goddamn superhero, as you cruise down the highway thinking: I own 95 South. OK I probably went overboard with that last part. But you're feeling great.
To supercharge yourself for the day, you decide to have one more look at a hard night's work. Only to discover that it wasn't as big of a masterpiece as you thought. There is nothing worse than finding out that not only does your laptop's resolution blow, and that the screen may be seriously demented, but that you have publicly posted a blotchy photo and left it there overnight as "art". Nevermind the fact that your monitor screen has beer goggles and you can NEVER trust it again, but what's more disappointing is that you managed to convince yourself that you could have potential overnight.
Just like the time when I was sure my blog entries could be converted into a book one day, and that it would surely be a best seller. Laugh now but realize that you ARE reading my blog.
And as if on cue, you spill coffee on yourself. Realizing once and for all that you do not have super powers and that life was just fucking with you as per usual.
Exaggeration? Perhaps. But having your work on display is like being naked on stage. One minute you realize you could be somethin special and the next, well you'll be lucky if you only left it displaying for a night. And you ask yourself: why do you let it happen. Why get so built up only to have a greater let down. There's no answer, there never is, but you keep doing it anyway.
posted by Mix at 9:02 AM
2 Comments:
I just read your blog entry- hilarious. I love it, it made me laugh. You may feel bad but it does entertain and liven up someone else's day to read about it. Plus the other person may say, "Hey! I'm not the only one that feels that way!"
Things happen to us: good things, bad things and silly things. Although we do not have control over everything that happens to us, we do have control over how we react to them. It is good to have a sense of humor about things, especially to have a sense of humor about our own mishaps.
Laugh on! =)
you can try to turn the blog into a book. i can't guarantee that it will be a bestseller. but you can't just give up because you're afraid of a bigger letdown later.
no creative person who actually did something of significance gave up before trying.
the most important things are probably extreme determination, focus on your writing abilities, and personal resilience.
if you really want to be a published author, i'm sure you can.
it's just that those who get published not only have great writing abilities, but they also have determination. one story i read was about this 19 year old guy who really want to write a column on boxing for a magazine. he pestered the editor every single day by sending the editor his writings...after a few years, the editor relented and gave him the job.
you know what you can do?
you can contact your small local newspaper and write a column for them? i bet they're not going to be as hard to get as some big newspaper/magazine, or book publisher.
my advice is to be determined, start small..local newspaper column stuff, then grow bigger.
you can even start by emailing them with your opinion pieces and see if they publish.
i know this one friend, she's in journalism, she doesn't write nearly as well as you do, but her opinion pieces still get published by the Toronto Star, which is the biggest newspaper in Toronto, Canada.
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