Imagine if writers spoke about other people’s professions the way other people speak about writing.
Or if artists spoke to other people about their professions the way other people speak to artists about theirs:
“Oh, you’re a carpenter? Would you be interested in building me a house? I can’t really pay you or anything, but it’d be great exposure.”
when i started watching a silly show about hot boys killing ghosts no one told me i’d be in my pajamas at 11:30 am whimpering into my clenched fists about existential battles of faith and the war between good and evil inside one lost boy’s soul