You ever had those days when you wonder why you bother writing? Writing must be one of the most isolating things to do. Sitting in front of your computer, seeing words forming, but it's just you all alone.
You know people read, sometimes. But at others you wonder if they're all just a virtual illusion. Or dropping by just to humour you.
You write something funny and no one laughs. You write something sad and no one cries. You write something painful and there isn't even a prick of a reaction. It's as if no one feels anything. Either because they're not reading or, what you write doesn't even raise a flicker of an emotional response.
You draw a character lovingly, his emotions raw and exposed or unexpectedly tender but no one seems to notice. Or give him a rich, complex background and not a peep. Is it because its a character no one likes, they just don't agree with your portrayal, no one really cares or it's all been done before by other people who are better at it? It would be nice to know.
You write something to excite the senses and bring out the primal instincts, something sensual and enticing, but does it fall flat? Then why does no one say anything? Even a snicker would be nice.
But, don't mind me. I'm just depressed today. It seems to be going around. Maybe its catching. Still can't find a job. No one actually wants someone with experience. They're just looking for anyone who will be cheap. They see experience, 17 years, and run the other way.
Yeah, I worked my ass off all these years to get to a senior position only to get supplanted by someone who hasn't worked at all. This world sucks. Avon was right, money is the only reality. The corporate soul-less bottom line is what rules this world. Anyone who thinks otherwise is naive and ignorant beyond belief.
I'm going to resend my resumes and studiously remove all references to Sr. Systems Analyst. Maybe I should put Jr. Coder? Would someone believe me? I can cut and paste with the best of them. I won't think or anything. I promise. Cause I know, thinking means I'll be out of their price range. Wouldn't want that.
Think I'll make myself feel better by doing a rant about Blake, the embodiment of an evil brainless bully complete with pasty smile and false words to fool everyone. But Avon always knew.
EDIT: On another forum everyone seems to be blowing up at each other over nothing at all. Do we all need a release of some kind? Is everyone depressed? What is going on today? Is a full moon hiding behind the clouds?