The Post-College Flowchart of Misery and Pain
I have a Master’s and a BA.
I got off that damn dirt road and did everything right.
Yet, I have a shit job with no insurance and I have to drink at lunch to get through the day.
Dear This Generation: FUCK you.
Food for thought:
…This of course is just a partial list, and my apologies for the lack of contemporaries, and women. Again, this is….probably subject to some disagreement. I think of all writing being from the head (pros: cerebral, conceptual; cons: didactic, dry), the mouth (pros: language, poetics; cons: empty banter, pure form), and the heart (pros: empathic, intimate; cons: sentimental, emotional).
My favorite writers, those in the white dashed center, are able to write from all three places. Other writers I admire are writing from two places. Others tend to fall into just one category, somewhat consumed by that point of view. Authors near the outer edges of their category may be seen as my critique of them, for the excessiveness of that sensibility.
This is sexy.
