The Courage to Suck

The internet has, more than anything, provided us with a never-ending glut of really, really bad stuff.

Bad art, bad music, bad photography, bad poetry, etc. etc. etc.

This is no crime and can certainly be a source of amusement, but there's a part of me that truly admires a person who makes their poorly-expressed, badly executed "vision" available for public consumption.

Even though it can be a fairly anonymous move, I still think it's a huge act of bravery to be openly bad at something.

It's kept me from publicly pursuing a number of things that I do in "private" ( music, more than anything; a pursuit that used to be a lot more "public" )

Writing is one the few things that I've felt o.k. about making readily available. If someone dislikes it, it really doesn't hurt my feelings that much. ( as opposed to, say, if someone ripped a song I wrote or a picture I took that I was really proud of. To be fair, though, there are only a handful of people who's opinion I care enough about, especially music-wise.)

So, in closing, I'm a closeted, sensitive egomaniac.

Please Love me and everything I do.