I admit.
I come off as a pretty pissy bitch a lot of the time. I’m better at writing about the negatives, and I’m told that’s typical of most writers who haven’t had a lifetime of varied experiences to write about yet; but I recognize that when I try to be funny it sometimes comes off as condescending rather than contemplative. Sometimes I even make jokes that target individuals or groups of people in general. And as many times as I try to explain that I’m only making jokes and that I rarely mean what I say, especially if it is derogatory, I can’t blame the miscommunication on anything but my delivery.
What I’m trying to say is, I’m not really as much of an asshole as you might expect, and I’m not nearly as good a writer as I pretend to be; because if I were, you’d be getting it from the minute you’ve started reading. This is an apology of sorts, I suppose. Though it’s probably meant more for myself than anyone else because it’s a written realization of the challenges that exist between writing something and having it be understood the way a writer intends.
From now on, I am not sure I’ll be able to write as much as I traditionally have, because I am a little more concerned about my delivery than I ever have been before. That’s both depressing and hopeful.
3 years ago