Still Gray

I took it upon myself to harshly criticize someone’s 204-word short story, which he’d posted up on reddit’s writing section – or subreddit, as the proper term happens to be.

I can only speculate as to the reasons why he posted up his story – perhaps he was seeking criticism, in which case most of the comments, including my own, would’ve hopefully been well received.

If he’d done so in search of fame, then what he received in return were harsh lessons in the form of remarks that served, probably, to berate his ego and liberate him from his delusion that he was a good writer simply because he possessed the knowledge of “big” words.

What is the value of such knowledge without the wisdom to realize that such uncommon words, unless used sparingly, resolve into a quotidian mish mash bereft of splendor? Hey, cool, I know how to use big words, too. Did you know that the proper term for “big words” is “sesquipedalian”? To prompt a non-sequitur, it’s cool to learn something new every day.

I bear no ill will towards the dude –  I mean, I don’t hate the guy just because he’s a shitty writer. My personal reasoning – or at least what I tell myself so I don’t feel guilty about being a major dick to this guy – echoes a fellow reader’s comments which went along the lines of Nietzsche’s famous quote, “What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger,” a philosophy that the submitter would be wise to embrace, especially in the wake of his story’s feedback.

Unlike the dude that I criticized, Nietzsche knew what he was talking about.

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Oh yeah, I plan on updating this tumbleblog whenever I feel like it. I’ll fill it up with my thoughts and write about whatever comes to mind. I don’t really care if anyone reads it so it’s going to be pretty self-centered and everything. I don’t mean that in a “fuck you, I don’t give a shit” kind of way. That kind of behaviour is so passé. It’s just a disclaimer regarding the content on here.