I once did 4,000 words in one day. I was so wired by the end of it that I had to call my friend Toni to come sit out on the porch with me while I tried to decompress. After she died, I discovered she had written about it in her journal. These days I can understand (though I still cannot forgive) the savagery of school children who will sniff out any sign of weakness in another and then attack that point and that person without mercy. But from a nominal adult, it evokes a special kind of disgust from me.
I've never understood why some- whether adults or children- can only feel good about themselves if/when they denigrated and debase others. It's pitiful, and, like you, it disgusts me. I was bullied in junior high school...and when I think about it, I console myself by telling myself that the assholes went onto brilliant careers pumping gas or digging ditches.
I once did 4,000 words in one day. I was so wired by the end of it that I had to call my friend Toni to come sit out on the porch with me while I tried to decompress. After she died, I discovered she had written about it in her journal. These days I can understand (though I still cannot forgive) the savagery of school children who will sniff out any sign of weakness in another and then attack that point and that person without mercy. But from a nominal adult, it evokes a special kind of disgust from me.
I've never understood why some- whether adults or children- can only feel good about themselves if/when they denigrated and debase others. It's pitiful, and, like you, it disgusts me. I was bullied in junior high school...and when I think about it, I console myself by telling myself that the assholes went onto brilliant careers pumping gas or digging ditches.