Why worry?

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..