Was writing merely an unfortunate side-effect of young age? Because I used to have a lot of it going on, you know, the way other kids had acne and alcohol poisonings. Then, like most other kids, I apparently got over it. Was it a permanent recovery? How likely is a relapse?
I ask because I may be interested in experimenting with it again - I may - but I fear it would require me to re-acquaint myself with my inner emo. The one capable of observing its own flowery faeces prose whorepoop words without severe allergic reaction. I would, if at all possible, prefer to avoid that route. Honestly, inner emo is crap company. It keeps diluting the coffee by weeping into it. It hums the same old songs over and over again. And when I kept it around, I was magically able to write things prompting others to say things about how they liked my things and that I should write more of those things.
Well, I could not legally drink or shoot a gun at the time. I am willing to believe my inner emo and I were coddled, rather than especially gifted. Not only willing to believe; I believe it.
And that’s how I talk myself out of the idea, every single time. Thank you, and be sure to tune in for the next episode of YAMMER YAMMER SHARING TIEM.
