I get so dramatic sometimes. But I think there's a really valid reason behind my gnawing, anxious worrying. I haven't figured it out yet.
I worry that during my high school years, I wrote like a 12 year old, and now, with a major in English, I write like a high schooler. They are unfounded, but they hound me.
Possibly they aren't unfounded. I read other people's works, and compare myself to them. Always. When I was younger, I constantly compared myself to others, but in the superior way that kids do. I thought I was a borderline genius because I was in "Gifted and Talented" programs. Actually, that's an exaggeration, but because I had similar thoughts, I feel so guilty that I cast myself as the villain. And now, I am forever looking at my footsteps and the path ahead to make sure I don't appear threatening, or ugly, or wrong. I may appear dull, but at least boring is safe.
I worry that during my high school years, I wrote like a 12 year old, and now, with a major in English, I write like a high schooler. They are unfounded, but they hound me.
Possibly they aren't unfounded. I read other people's works, and compare myself to them. Always. When I was younger, I constantly compared myself to others, but in the superior way that kids do. I thought I was a borderline genius because I was in "Gifted and Talented" programs. Actually, that's an exaggeration, but because I had similar thoughts, I feel so guilty that I cast myself as the villain. And now, I am forever looking at my footsteps and the path ahead to make sure I don't appear threatening, or ugly, or wrong. I may appear dull, but at least boring is safe.
