My Writing Metaphor

My writing is a meme. At first, it’s all “shit girls say,” then it’s all “unhelpful high school teacher” did not prepare me for this. Finally, “success kid” shows up and things can get “rick rolling.” WRITE ALL THE THINGS. Then, suddenly, scumbag computer is like “I see you haven’t saved changes for a while, it’s probably time to restart and install 87 updates”. So I turn in the first draft, and my professor gets all “condescending Wonka” saying “Oh, you think this paper is done? Let me make it bleed with my judgmental red pen.” And then I think I’ll never get an A and all my friends roll their eyes and call it a “first world problem.” Just in time, Philosorapter puts in his two cents, pondering “if everyone can write, why are you having such a hard time of it right now?” But in the end, I finish the draft just in time to see Inception with Socially Awesome Penguin and my Overprotective Suburban Mom is really proud of how well I am doing in school.

Writing is a meme. It happens quickly; it’s difficult to make a perfect one; it’s changing all the time; everyone does it; not everyone likes it all the time; it has the power to really change something (for the better or the worse).