Some say it is a mortal sin - in the field of humanities - to admit or, proclaim - rather that you are part of the humanities. So if I say "Hey, I'm a writer", I should be condemned.
However, it is a mortal sin - in the field of academics - to admit or to proclaim that you are part of the academics. So if I say "Hey, I'm a writer therefore I'm automatically a thinker (and a feeler - but let's talk about this some other time)", I should be thrown into the limbo of what they call pit of the pride.
So how am I supposed to proclaim to the world what I truly am without sounding too abrasive, without seeming to proud? How am I supposed to tell the world that because I am a writer and a thinker, I think, act, and am different? How am I supposed to tell the world that because I am both a writer and a thinker, I have certain qualities that the half of the world deigns not to know?
How am I supposed to make known my true components - my characteristics, my insecurities, my traits, my everything?
Frankly, I do not know. I have answers ringing in my head - why? how? when? what? But I'm unsure of them.
One thing's for sure.
There are days when the Writing Syndrome completely cripples my system.
It's not writer's block but simply a neurotic-crap happy mode that writers switch into involuntarily. Yes, involuntarily.
Today and perhaps the whole span of 14 days prior, is one of those days. The Writing Syndrome days. That tick came to me by surprise. At first, I was unable to recognize it but later I realized how much I hated it and loved it at the same time - most of all, how at ease we were with each other.
It should be noted here that the Writing Syndrome makes one uneasy with the world.
Truly, it has made me feel as if I don't fit in. It made me want to switch worlds. Then, I remembered again: I'm suffering from the Writing Syndrome. This Syndrome... it makes me want to spend a whole month alone - just thinking, analyzing, writing and being me. This syndrome... symptoms include neuroticism, anxiety, ecstasy, elation, happiness, hypochondria and most of all: paranoia.
-to be continued-
However, it is a mortal sin - in the field of academics - to admit or to proclaim that you are part of the academics. So if I say "Hey, I'm a writer therefore I'm automatically a thinker (and a feeler - but let's talk about this some other time)", I should be thrown into the limbo of what they call pit of the pride.
So how am I supposed to proclaim to the world what I truly am without sounding too abrasive, without seeming to proud? How am I supposed to tell the world that because I am a writer and a thinker, I think, act, and am different? How am I supposed to tell the world that because I am both a writer and a thinker, I have certain qualities that the half of the world deigns not to know?
How am I supposed to make known my true components - my characteristics, my insecurities, my traits, my everything?
Frankly, I do not know. I have answers ringing in my head - why? how? when? what? But I'm unsure of them.
One thing's for sure.
There are days when the Writing Syndrome completely cripples my system.
It's not writer's block but simply a neurotic-crap happy mode that writers switch into involuntarily. Yes, involuntarily.
Today and perhaps the whole span of 14 days prior, is one of those days. The Writing Syndrome days. That tick came to me by surprise. At first, I was unable to recognize it but later I realized how much I hated it and loved it at the same time - most of all, how at ease we were with each other.
It should be noted here that the Writing Syndrome makes one uneasy with the world.
Truly, it has made me feel as if I don't fit in. It made me want to switch worlds. Then, I remembered again: I'm suffering from the Writing Syndrome. This Syndrome... it makes me want to spend a whole month alone - just thinking, analyzing, writing and being me. This syndrome... symptoms include neuroticism, anxiety, ecstasy, elation, happiness, hypochondria and most of all: paranoia.
-to be continued-
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