divine dagger

I’ve been feeling embarrassed of putting writing on here and telling people about it. 

The embarrassment is divided into discrete sections (pie chart) 

1. Writing is frequently bad, I write every day in little notebook or little iphone and most of it is bad. Most of what everyone writes is bad. All you can do is go forward continually and sometimes hit upon something glimmering. People like bad writing, that is a good thing. 

2. Sharing writing is uniquely embarrassing.

3. Most of daily writing is personal. I dont care to autobiographize all of everything. I dont care to spell proper. To let people know how long I shit for or what I thought about in the morning. 

4. I am occasionally surrounded by critics, they infest my zeal. Instead of actually producing anything, even bad things, they read and talk, read and talk. Terrifying.

5. Instead of spending time sharing and then anxiously worrying about sharing, I prefer to watch YouTube or kill the ants in my room or order a drink.  

6. Oscillate between complete silence or compulsive internet share. Compulsion rules me.

This is my confession, embarrassing in and of itself. Being the goose is sort of a good feeling.