There is no doubt that we writers are “sad bunch” of people.
There is something strange about understanding human emotion in all its form and glory, that makes us the miserable types we all claim to be; and under no situation, we fail to portray this reality to the world.
But let me assure you one thing here, it’s all a charade;
I know many of you won’t believe me when I say this but stay with me a while and read on.
Why we fake it is unknown;
Maybe we do it to get the attention from the world, maybe we don’t want others to become writer like our-self and relish all the perks that we have,
maybe – just maybe, we hate competition and would try to keep one less writer entering the zone of an already enthralling community.
So let me list out the “Hidden” perks of being one miserable SOB (A.K.A – the writer)
The schedule – yes we are our own boss, and work only on our own terms. Yes, here are exceptions to deadlines and all, but no one pushes a writer as much they do a regular joe.
Nothing anyone does baffles us anymore –
We have read it all, imagined extreme surreal scenarios within our head, and is one of the foremost reason society doesn’t interest us anymore.
The stories in our head are far more exciting and unpredictable. Society in itself has become too predictable for our taste.
Let me know if there are any other perks I missed out on.