i used to work at mcdonald’s. i currently take care of mentally disturbed children in a health care setting. i want to either be a professor or a psychologist (in either a mental hospital or a prison). i’m not a writer, but if i could choose anything to be skilled at, it would be that.
i think i’ve convinced myself that the longer i remain withdrawn, depressed, self-critical, self-loathing and drunk, the more likely i’ll churn out my magnum opus one day, but you know what?
that isn’t going to happen.
i take photos - i’m not a photographer i draw pictures - i’m not an artist i make movies - i’m not a director i write stories - i’m not an author
i wish more people were willing to admit this. scream out the world, “hello, my name is _____ and i’m mediocre! i possess no special skills of any sort and that’s ok!” i’d respect the hell out of that person, though i don’t think i’d want to talk to them at a party. it’s time to stop living in denial. the courage to accept that you are not special is a special courage in itself.
salieris of the world unite! embrace your inabilities, prophets of mediocrity!