Just Another Victim of Toilet Bowl Syndrome

I had a dream last night where a man came to me and insulted what I write.

Told me it’s bullshit because it’s not really how I feel.

That’s bullshit, I told him.  I write exactly how I feel.  One of the things that writers have the ability to do is genuinely communicate what they think and feel, in the moment.  Not all of them do that, but I do.

One of the last Gonzo writers with any sense of grammar and sentence structure.

In an age where everyone is just spitting out whatever thoughts pass through their bobble-heads at any given moment, substituting emotion for emoticons, abbreviating everything they possibly can, I have to hold on tight to what I do.

Criticism is welcome, but most of it can go fuck itself.  If I don’t respect you as a writer or, at least, as an intellect, then I really don’t give a shit what you have to say about the quality of what I write.  Everyone is entitled to an opinion – you can write in the comments – you can send me emails – but, more and more, I just don’t care what you have to say.

I’m a writer in a world where writing has gone to Hell.  Finding good writing is like finding the water in a toilet full of piss.  You know it’s there, sure…but the idea of isolating it from the nastiness surrounding it is wholly unpleasant.

Besides that, I study statistics.  I know how few people read my more interesting blogs – I know that 80% of my viewership is looking for Taiwanese strip clubs and Filipino hookers – because this site is not immune to Toilet Bowl Syndrome, either.

But it doesn’t matter.

I don’t write for you.

I never did.

2 thoughts on “Just Another Victim of Toilet Bowl Syndrome

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  2. I enjoy what you write. I don’t often comment, as I feel I have little to add with my poor writing skills and limited worldly knowledge. But I keep reading and if people like you didn’t write I’d have nothing left to read.

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