I am batmaninwuhan’s ability to supress stuff.
I’m very good at my job.
The guy has a lot of things,
that would normally drive him crazy.
But i don’t let that happen.
I gloss things over,
I make everything right.
If he’s anxious, then i get on it.
I have all kinds of ways to make him forget.
His failures- i rationalise.
His fears-i find distractions for him.
Take this post, for example:
Right now I got him thinking,
That he has talent,
That he is even remotely close in ability to the others he reads here (of course it isn't true!).
So he writes.
If i didn’t gloss over the painful fact,
That he is just a hack,
He would not want to write at all.
If you guys write something,
And it’s better than his (if? When!),
Then I will use all kinds of excuses:
You were against him from the start.
He was an outsider, so no hope, the weather was bad...
I know, and you know it’s just because he has no talent.
But..
But i need him to keep him “wholesome”.
So why do i get him to write at all?
Why risk him getting dissapointed,
And frustrated, rejected, and exhausted?
Can’t you guess?!
I do all this, because he is really such a loser.
Such a flavorless, pointless,
purposless sack of fat.
I get him to write some crap, to give the guy some hope, even if it's for nothing.
Don’t blame him that it’s too bad.
My bad..