This is awesome advice, only.
Well, only every story has at least two sides, and I feel like a lot of the time I’m as much, or more of, a jerk as whomever I feel is treating me badly. Which is partly why I could never write non-fiction. I could never reveal my own assholery to the entire world, and to write a non-fiction piece that glossed over my own bad behavior is fundamentally dishonest.
Which, I guess, is why I am a fiction writer. And which is why I let anything into my work that feels like surfacing as I’m writing, but then I go through with a fine toothed comb and remove and/or edit anything that might even hint at real-lifeness to the point of it not being remotely recognizable to myself, let alone others.
This quote could read, “You own everything that you did. Tell your stories. If you wanted to write warmly about yourself, you should have behaved better.”
Anyway. If you can’t imagine writing honestly about your own bad behavior because you can justify it to yourself (“I was going through some really bad things!” “I didn’t mean to break that!” “My intentions were good!” “I was crazy at that point in my life, I couldn’t help it!”) and you don’t want the world thinking you’re always an asshole like you were at your worst point in life, consider the fact that whoever you’re tempted to eviscerate in writing most definitely has similar justifications for their own bad behavior, and who are you to judge whether their crazy is any less legitimate than your own? We all act like jerks sometimes.
This has been a personal post.
Anonymous asked: What's the most embarrassed you've been?
Oh. Embarrassment for me has always been internalized instead of showing on my cheeks or in nervous reactions. I don’t visibly go there, especially not for anything like saying the wrong thing or tripping or walking around with my underwear shoved into my dress (a very nice cop let me know). Those things feel like part of living and life.
Any of my embarrassment comes from the times I was not good to others. To say most about any of that is maybe too hard.
One time a boy told a room full of people at a party that I got my period on his bedsheets and that was why he abruptly stopped talking to me. I think I used to consider that my most embarrassing moment, but, in hindsight, it was hopefully his.
This is a really good post that says how I feel about what’s really embarrassing in life.
And to think what I spent on art school…
This was so much better than I thought it was going to be.
"Have a good butt drawing session…"
I find the way this guy says “butt” hilarious. He says it the way you say butt when you’re talking to kids and you’re trying to be matter of fact but you know how funny it is, not just to them, but to you, too.