I’ve literally done this like 6 times with writing. I start writing something and after like 3 sentences I say “who the fuck do I think I am that anyone would give a shit about what I have to write!?” I’ve never gotten past one paragraph.
I don’t know why comments feel different, it’s probably because I use social media to just vent my frustrations and express just how much I loath who I am. Sorry for using Lemmy as my therapist! :P
Sometimes it’s just not worth it. It’s nice to be able to workshop your thoughts, and then you’ve work shopped it so much that it’s just not worth posting - the user you’re responding to probably won’t care or will antagonize, sometimes your thoughts change as you’re typing them, sometimes it just doesn’t make sense and there’s no point in re-writing something that ultimately contributes very little to anything except your own self-expression.
Love yourself, The world’s a hard, strange place. Keep your chin up. Don’t hate yourself for what you were born into.
When I was in my early 20s, I read this poem And it stuck with me .
Desiderata - Words for Life
Go placidly amid the noise and haste,
and remember what peace there may be in silence.
As far as possible without surrender
be on good terms with all persons.
Speak your truth quietly and clearly;
and listen to others,
even the dull and the ignorant;
they too have their story.
Avoid loud and aggressive persons,
they are vexations to the spirit.
If you compare yourself with others,
you may become vain and bitter;
for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.
Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans.
Keep interested in your own career, however humble;
it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.
Exercise caution in your business affairs;
for the world is full of trickery.
But let this not blind you to what virtue there is;
many persons strive for high ideals;
and everywhere life is full of heroism.
Be yourself.
Especially, do not feign affection.
Neither be cynical about love;
for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment
it is as perennial as the grass.
Take kindly the counsel of the years,
gracefully surrendering the things of youth.
Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune.
But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings.
Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.
Beyond a wholesome discipline,
be gentle with yourself.
You are a child of the universe,
no less than the trees and the stars;
you have a right to be here.
And whether or not it is clear to you,
no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.
Therefore be at peace with God,
whatever you conceive Him to be,
and whatever your labors and aspirations,
in the noisy confusion of life keep peace with your soul.
With all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams,
it is still a beautiful world.
Be cheerful.
Strive to be happy.
Love yourself, The world’s a hard, strange place. Keep your chin up. Don’t hate yourself for what you were born into.
It’s really odd to say, but this is the absolute most difficult thing in the world for me to do. Every single day I am confronted with example after example of my own ineptitude. They say not to compare yourself to others but then you can’t ever push past your shortcomings because you won’t recognize them. Unfortunately I feel as if I have a rather large excess of shortcomings and an embarrassingly miniscule number of talents.
(This is where I’d more often than not do as the comment below mentions and just delete this comment, but I appreciate your response. I wanted to respond but I’m not really looking for an answer, I don’t think there is one for me.)
Ahhh, when I use to write fanfic I thought the same way but came to the opposite conclusion.
I am writing for me, I want to write it and read it, and I’ll throw this into the ocean of other fanfics and no longer care if anyone else wants to read it. If they do, it’s there for them.
It’s a good way to look at it, but I find it most difficult to do anything just for me. If I’m not doing something for someone else I don’t care to be doing it at all. That is more than likely just due to my depression though.
Depression does suck! Hope it gets less worse! I haven’t written fanfic in a few years because of it myself, but mostly over not doing much of uhh…anything! Except canning. I can eat the canned food! Can’t eat the words.
Lol same. I think it’s probably because commenting is more like normal conversation; you’re responding to other people in ways that are specifically meaningful to the circumstances. Writing is sorta like talking to the void in my mind. I find I spend much more time thinking and checking and re-reading to make sure I’m appealing to my imagined audience, rather than just contributing a sentence or two to a conversation where the audience is a bit more concrete.
I forget the specifics and who came up with it, but: pick an amount you haven’t written before. Then, write that much without looking back. If you can set your word processor to only keep your current line visible, even better. Once you’ve written that many paragraphs or pages, do a fast edit. Use a timer so you can’t linger. Then write that much again with the same strategy. After 3-5 times, do a more thorough edit of the whole thing.
It’s not necessarily how you always want to write, but it can help getting over that initial confidence block as an exercise.
It’s so hard. I swear I try writing lyrics for songs. And the entire time I’m just like “God, I’m so bad at this. Nobody will like any of this” then I move on to a new song. Rinse and repeat.
I’ve literally done this like 6 times with writing. I start writing something and after like 3 sentences I say “who the fuck do I think I am that anyone would give a shit about what I have to write!?” I’ve never gotten past one paragraph.
I don’t know why comments feel different, it’s probably because I use social media to just vent my frustrations and express just how much I loath who I am. Sorry for using Lemmy as my therapist! :P
types out response then deletes it
A wise man will think twice before speaking and then say nothing.
But this is the internet
“It is better to remain silent at the risk of being thought a fool, than to talk and remove all doubt of it.” ~ Maurice Switzer
A lesson I’m way too stupid to ever learn.
DOH!
Lol I have absolutely done that more than I care to admit as well.
Sometimes it’s just not worth it. It’s nice to be able to workshop your thoughts, and then you’ve work shopped it so much that it’s just not worth posting - the user you’re responding to probably won’t care or will antagonize, sometimes your thoughts change as you’re typing them, sometimes it just doesn’t make sense and there’s no point in re-writing something that ultimately contributes very little to anything except your own self-expression.
Love yourself, The world’s a hard, strange place. Keep your chin up. Don’t hate yourself for what you were born into.
When I was in my early 20s, I read this poem And it stuck with me .
Desiderata - Words for Life Go placidly amid the noise and haste, and remember what peace there may be in silence. As far as possible without surrender be on good terms with all persons. Speak your truth quietly and clearly; and listen to others, even the dull and the ignorant; they too have their story.
Avoid loud and aggressive persons, they are vexations to the spirit. If you compare yourself with others, you may become vain and bitter; for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself. Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans.
Keep interested in your own career, however humble; it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time. Exercise caution in your business affairs; for the world is full of trickery. But let this not blind you to what virtue there is; many persons strive for high ideals; and everywhere life is full of heroism.
Be yourself. Especially, do not feign affection. Neither be cynical about love; for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment it is as perennial as the grass.
Take kindly the counsel of the years, gracefully surrendering the things of youth. Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune. But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings. Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness. Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself.
You are a child of the universe, no less than the trees and the stars; you have a right to be here. And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.
Therefore be at peace with God, whatever you conceive Him to be, and whatever your labors and aspirations, in the noisy confusion of life keep peace with your soul.
With all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams, it is still a beautiful world. Be cheerful. Strive to be happy.
It’s really odd to say, but this is the absolute most difficult thing in the world for me to do. Every single day I am confronted with example after example of my own ineptitude. They say not to compare yourself to others but then you can’t ever push past your shortcomings because you won’t recognize them. Unfortunately I feel as if I have a rather large excess of shortcomings and an embarrassingly miniscule number of talents.
(This is where I’d more often than not do as the comment below mentions and just delete this comment, but I appreciate your response. I wanted to respond but I’m not really looking for an answer, I don’t think there is one for me.)
Ahhh, when I use to write fanfic I thought the same way but came to the opposite conclusion.
I am writing for me, I want to write it and read it, and I’ll throw this into the ocean of other fanfics and no longer care if anyone else wants to read it. If they do, it’s there for them.
You’d be surprised how often one fanfic in a sea of fanfics can leave a lasting impression on someone.
It’s a good way to look at it, but I find it most difficult to do anything just for me. If I’m not doing something for someone else I don’t care to be doing it at all. That is more than likely just due to my depression though.
Depression does suck! Hope it gets less worse! I haven’t written fanfic in a few years because of it myself, but mostly over not doing much of uhh…anything! Except canning. I can eat the canned food! Can’t eat the words.
Lol same. I think it’s probably because commenting is more like normal conversation; you’re responding to other people in ways that are specifically meaningful to the circumstances. Writing is sorta like talking to the void in my mind. I find I spend much more time thinking and checking and re-reading to make sure I’m appealing to my imagined audience, rather than just contributing a sentence or two to a conversation where the audience is a bit more concrete.
I forget the specifics and who came up with it, but: pick an amount you haven’t written before. Then, write that much without looking back. If you can set your word processor to only keep your current line visible, even better. Once you’ve written that many paragraphs or pages, do a fast edit. Use a timer so you can’t linger. Then write that much again with the same strategy. After 3-5 times, do a more thorough edit of the whole thing.
It’s not necessarily how you always want to write, but it can help getting over that initial confidence block as an exercise.
It’s so hard. I swear I try writing lyrics for songs. And the entire time I’m just like “God, I’m so bad at this. Nobody will like any of this” then I move on to a new song. Rinse and repeat.