I used to think I was a thorn in society’s side, pricking it for it’s own good, to keep it awake, to keep it from swerving off the road because it’s driving drunk, and with no license. or registration. and definitely without insurance. for anything. I used to think this.
but now, I realize, I have just been a prick.
not even that sharp. a dull prick.
It’s not that society has been rejecting me this whole time– it just didn’t know I was here.
[this is an excerpt from a recent conversation between Jenn and Ryan where Ryan finally uncovers the truth of why he’s never been considered a writer: because he never writes.]