That Big Scary Moment of Thinking You're Shit

I know Shelley can empathize here. I'm sure most of you can empathize, but I've heard Shelley echo some of the following rather recently. I'll make it rather short.

I don't want to be a TV writer because I know I'm not Ricky Gervais. I don't want to be an actor because I know I'm not Clive Owen. I don't want to be a novelist because I know I'm not Kingsley Amis. I don't want to be a musician because I know I'm not Stephen Jenkins.

I know all of that is just fucking stupid, but it's really hard. Complain, complain, complain, I know. But Jesus, I'll never be that funny or insightful or piercing. I'm not even sure I want to be that funny or insightful or piercing because they do it so well.

It's just hard to get over that. Admiration is just hard to get over.

I definitely still want to be a TV writer, though. I just need to get some tougher skin.



"Can't You Hear Me Knocking"
The Rolling Stones

Flat Panels and Terraforming

Did anyone else here recently wake up and realize your childhood vision of the future was coming to fruition?

How many of your life goals can you mark off at this point?

Does anyone have life goals?


"Sleep"
Azure Ray