What am I good at but running my mouth? Why do I keep quiet unless spoken to first?
Absolutely whatever I decide to write is sufficient to say because nobody ever talks to me about that.
I could write Donald Trump is awesome or love is a rose and I’d probably get more love than if I were to say something like the baffling part about being a constructive writer is that nobody will ever want to study these ideas because they can’t when the only thing left to do is critically analyze that part of themselves they have not met.
Nobody will understand, never ever, the redundancy of making nothing out of something that is reputed self awareness for getting something out of nothing wrong.
Making a niche for oneself as a writer is about as easy as making a niche for a million others because if you love yourself first others will comfortably share your enthusiasm when you begin to not like yourself for being common.
I like me. I am me. I am not in love with myself because I haven’t met that part of me that would accept constructive criticism for being right.
I am my own worst critic and my greatest obstacle to finding an audience that will understand the irrelevance of obsessing over reputation compared to self awareness or in one word – significance.
Francis Erich McElroy 