QUESTION

There are days in my life where I feel inclined to be super busy. Most of the time, such business simply include complaining about how much more consumed by producing works I should really be. Yet this does nothing to quench the soul of mine which worries that everyone hates me. No one hates me. Not because I'm a good person (suppossedly) but because I haven't done anything important enough to be loved or loathed. For the longest time in my life I've just been inactive and though I have a job and I LOVE LOVE LOVE it, I certainly will not let the demise of my career here stop me from pursuing some dreams. I need to focus. I need to concentrate. Furthermore I need to remember that not everything revolves around me and if I really want to be an asset to the community then it would be in my best interest to consider the audience and how they may perceive things. How come I have to be the only one having fun when I write? They should have some equal enjoyment whenever they see me pen something down. Seirously this type of malignancy has to stop. And for THAT to happen; for me to write for an audience and not just myself I figure the best thing I can do is actually try to originate something original from my bowels. Maybe that's not good enough for everyone, but it's still an effort and any effort is a start in it's own right as far life and it's many consequences are concerned. A friend of mine once told me that there's strength in waiting and preparing your talents to be shown to the world, unbeknownst to the world as it is. Well, I'm really getting fucking tired of hiding. My legs fell asleep for crying out loud. (I usually don't. I actually just scream inside my brain in neverending disdain.)

TL; DR - I haven’t really been fired. But in the case that I ever am…