Did everyone suddenly grow up all at once? Some sort of magical interweb virus that spread via TRF? 'cause we should sprinkle some of that magic on /b/.
My past.
I regret nothing!
You know what?
FUCK YOU!
FUCK YOU!
*laughs*
Meh, we all have some dodgy posts in the past, I mean its not like you were RP'ing trying to take pictures of Jedi or something , that would be really silly...
Anywho...
Its sad in a way, but inevitable , like the tides of the sea...
TRF's peeps are all grown up now, and have lives and responsibilities of their own, (other than their MB factions, heh)
Thats life, and a bittersweet thing it is too... ;)
Meh, we all have some dodgy posts in the past, I mean its not like you were RP'ing trying to take pictures of Jedi or something , that would be really silly...
Anywho...
Its sad in a way, but inevitable , like the tides of the sea...
TRF's peeps are all grown up now, and have lives and responsibilities of their own, (other than their MB factions, heh)
Thats life, and a bittersweet thing it is too... ;)
From excruciating personal experience, I know firsthand that a writer is (almost) always his or her own worst critic, and time has a habit of enhancing those tendencies to torture oneself over their past flaws. We all regret our past mistakes, our past "work". In this writer's opinion, its not a growing up thing, its just a writing thing, plain and simple. All writers go through it, no matter how much or to what degree you consider yourself a writer.
Personally, I despise pretty much all my past writing, and most (okay, all) of my current writing. Its a weakness that comes with the territory, the desire to pour your creative thought into something you can be proud of. Somehow, the best we can be is never really enough, especially in our own eyes. Our standards are far too high, for we expect nothing less than perfection from ourselves, and perfection is never attainable.
Case in point, a few months, a few years, however long it takes, from now, I'll be kicking myself over how silly and laughable my writing in this very thread was. Even mere expression of thought, outside the confines of fiction and creative writing, is subject to absolute and terrifying scrutiny from the mind of the hands that "penned" it. It never gets easier, only more difficult, because you expect improvement with time, and what we write never seems to improve quite enough to meet our own very skewed expectations.
Writing is a form of mental self-flagellation, and the scars will always stay with us, even long after you may or may not have given up on it and yourself as a writer. The only real "solution" is to keep trying, to keep striving for perfection that will never come. It is a hopeless battle, a cruel and unwinnable battle, but a battle that we must never give up on if we are ever to be truly able to live with ourselves and say that we never stopped trying.
(Please note that none of this post in any way applies to Omnae. Omnae is outside and above the rules of writing, for everything his hands touch turn to gold. That man is more than a man. He is a machine, a God, and his natural talent and capability creeps the fuck out of me.)
Personally, I despise pretty much all my past writing, and most (okay, all) of my current writing. Its a weakness that comes with the territory, the desire to pour your creative thought into something you can be proud of. Somehow, the best we can be is never really enough, especially in our own eyes. Our standards are far too high, for we expect nothing less than perfection from ourselves, and perfection is never attainable.
Case in point, a few months, a few years, however long it takes, from now, I'll be kicking myself over how silly and laughable my writing in this very thread was. Even mere expression of thought, outside the confines of fiction and creative writing, is subject to absolute and terrifying scrutiny from the mind of the hands that "penned" it. It never gets easier, only more difficult, because you expect improvement with time, and what we write never seems to improve quite enough to meet our own very skewed expectations.
Writing is a form of mental self-flagellation, and the scars will always stay with us, even long after you may or may not have given up on it and yourself as a writer. The only real "solution" is to keep trying, to keep striving for perfection that will never come. It is a hopeless battle, a cruel and unwinnable battle, but a battle that we must never give up on if we are ever to be truly able to live with ourselves and say that we never stopped trying.
(Please note that none of this post in any way applies to Omnae. Omnae is outside and above the rules of writing, for everything his hands touch turn to gold. That man is more than a man. He is a machine, a God, and his natural talent and capability creeps the fuck out of me.)
I think you're on to something there.
Dang, Zark. For a minute there I thought you were talking about marriage... :b
That opinion sounds like it doesn't bode too well for your marriage, Om. :P
Ha!
Well, you got that pretty much spot on in the quote with the exception of the cruel part.
;)
Well, you got that pretty much spot on in the quote with the exception of the cruel part.
;)
^ = cover up... just in case.