Me, age 12: “Every word I write must be perfect. Any story I create must tell an important tale and be valuable and classy and original, or it is not worth sharing. I will jealously guard all my creative ideas, because if people know about them, they will judge me by them and realize that I’m not a genius writing the next Great American Novel. If I write anything that isn’t highbrow literature, I must destroy it in my shame.”
Me, today: “Hello thousands of strangers! Here’s a free story I wrote at 1:00 AM with my face stuck to my pillow about a despotic space emperor trying on fabulous dresses. And one about a robot full of bees, but Dracula is there. It’s whatever. Have fun.”
Full offense: I will hold my grudge against Konami for cancelling PT until my actual death bed. My anger goes beyond my being a fan of kojima, my being a fan of silent hill, and being a fan of gaming, my anger even goes beyond my being a fan of horror as a genre in any medium. The artistic community was robbed, and I mean that in all sincerity. Konami will never be able to make up for it. It’s been 4 years and I still get fired as hell over this. I will legitamately never forgive them.
