For the second day in a row, I felt an inordinate amount of anger towards my fellow man. Check out yesterday’s post for my rantings and anger management.
Today was an unrelated topic that made me see red. And I mean RED.
I was sitting at lunch with my coworkers and a young kid, just graduated from high school and a new employee, was talking about the Valedictorian of his class. He said, and I quote:
“She’s seriously the smartest person I’ve ever known. And she’s not going to do anything with her life. She’s going to be a writer.”
Um… EXCUSE me?
*Deep Breaths* *Deep Breaths* *Deep Breaths*
At first, I didn’t know what to say, so I blurted out, “HEY! I’m a writer!” Then an awkward laugh pelted forth from my lips. I was just so astonished at the amount of ignorance that was spewing from him. I suppose some people would say that I should cut him some slack because he’s only 18. Um… No.
I remember being 18. I remember what I felt, who I looked up to, how to respect other people, and how NOT to degrade an ancient and noble calling. Urgh…
I had to repress my violent urges (which I do everywhere except when playing sports. If you come across me on a court, I have no mercy. I should really take up boxing).
It was just so amazing to me that someone was so blindly unaware of how difficult it is to be a writer! Some of the most intelligent people in history were writers. Some of the most profound truths we still carry in our hearts came from mere writers.
Am I just a writer? HECK NO! I am so much more than a writer. I’m a creative being, endowed with imagination, empathy, compassion, love, a willingness to serve, INTELLIGENCE (because apparently only stupid people should become writers), loyalty, quiet bravery… The list could go on. I’m not saying this just about myself. I think a good majority of writers share these traits, especially the intelligence.
I so wanted to spit in this kid’s face… but I didn’t. I repressed it, like I do so many times when I want to scold and lecture and grab him by the ear to sit in the corner with a dunce hat.
My friend, John Guillen, did a guest post about this yesterday over on kdaugh1992’s blog, on a scarily similar topic. It was beyond ironic that this happened to me today, so I just had to blog about it.
Does this happen to a lot of people? I defend my writing and the writing of many other people to my friends, coworkers, family, patients, and random strangers, all the time. It annoys me beyond belief that people have no idea how much work it takes to write a book, Valedictorian or not. I wanted to smack him upside the head with the 105,000 word, 300 page novel that took me ten years to finish while I was pursuing something that would serve to fund my true passion.
I’m definitely angry-writing today. It’s been a weekend/week of emotion-filled writing. Sometimes that’s good. And sometimes it gets to be a little too much to bear. Here’s hoping I can maintain my sanity.
Oh, who am I kidding…
“What you’re really supposed to be doing is whatever makes your heart sing.”
― Barbara Sher, I Could Do Anything If I Only Knew What It Was: How to Discover What You Really Want and How to Get It