would you impose your will

look, first thing’s first, i know that résumé revision and getting a job and all that shit is important. okay? i do know that. honestly, i do.

but hey, mother, you wanna know why i don’t tell you about my writing? why i never want you to read anything i’ve written? why i don’t talk to you about fanfiction anymore?

it’s because i know you’ll dismiss it as a hobby, and either try to figure out ways to make it into a career, or pressure me to tout it as a ‘special skill’ or whatever, or you’ll side-eye me about wasting time i could be dedicating to looking for a job, and ‘well, i just think you need to be careful to prioritize things,’ etc. etc. etc. what the fuck ever.

great. great, fantastic, i was right in the middle of writing the last scene (the last scene) of this fic, i would’ve been done, and now my motivation is shot to shit. great. awesome. i’m so glad that happened, that was a great conversation we were just having.

 

god fucking dammit.

 

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