I expect everybody to lie about themselves. Especially on the internet. We're anonymous here so it's understandable to be protective of your self image. Might be why some of us create internet personas in the first place: a neatly curated version of ourselves, complete with rewrites, has more potential for loftiness/recognition (while diminishing the blowback) than the pockmarked versions we see in the mirror. Personally I try to keep it open. Don't see why I should lie to you people. It's the people I know in real life I have to lie to.
I was always supposed to be some big something, to teachers and people who knew me when I was a kid. I impressed people, in a general sense. Still don't understand why, and it's been invalidated to some extent. But I still run into people from time to time whose first or second question is some variation of, hey, did you ever become a world-famous writer? No. No I did not. I have a baby and I work like a dog. I'm not complaining about the daughter I love or the life I've chosen; I'm doing okay. It's just that sometimes I hate myself for having flamed out the way I did. At what point can you free yourself from the backbreaking expectations of people who knew you way back when? Weren't we all going to set the world on fire at some point? Is 24 too early to realize you'll never live out your dreams? That your dreams were hackneyed and stupid in the first place? That everyone was laughing at you back then, and you're just now catching up?
As some of you know I'd been sober for some time and recently stopped being so. Trying to climb back on the wagon but it's proven VERY difficult. It's a catch-22 for me--I feel lazy and irresponsible when I'm getting drunk; sanctimonious and mortally self-conscious when I'm not. I feel stupid being the guy in the pastel sweater with the puppy on the cover of People Magazine, caption: HIGH ON LIFE. I'm aware of the Robert Downey Jr. aesthetic and find it obnoxious. I'm still an idiot, still wrecked and burning, and I don't think I'll ever feel natural being any other way. This worries me.
I think my mind is totally disintegrating.
I was always supposed to be some big something, to teachers and people who knew me when I was a kid. I impressed people, in a general sense. Still don't understand why, and it's been invalidated to some extent. But I still run into people from time to time whose first or second question is some variation of, hey, did you ever become a world-famous writer? No. No I did not. I have a baby and I work like a dog. I'm not complaining about the daughter I love or the life I've chosen; I'm doing okay. It's just that sometimes I hate myself for having flamed out the way I did. At what point can you free yourself from the backbreaking expectations of people who knew you way back when? Weren't we all going to set the world on fire at some point? Is 24 too early to realize you'll never live out your dreams? That your dreams were hackneyed and stupid in the first place? That everyone was laughing at you back then, and you're just now catching up?
As some of you know I'd been sober for some time and recently stopped being so. Trying to climb back on the wagon but it's proven VERY difficult. It's a catch-22 for me--I feel lazy and irresponsible when I'm getting drunk; sanctimonious and mortally self-conscious when I'm not. I feel stupid being the guy in the pastel sweater with the puppy on the cover of People Magazine, caption: HIGH ON LIFE. I'm aware of the Robert Downey Jr. aesthetic and find it obnoxious. I'm still an idiot, still wrecked and burning, and I don't think I'll ever feel natural being any other way. This worries me.
I think my mind is totally disintegrating.

