>Be me at the bar talking to a few normie friends.
>One of them asks me what I'm doing with myself, tell him I'm working on a novel. don't usually like to tell people this but he writes as well so whatever
>Suddenly everyone takes an interest in the conversation.
>'What's the plot of your book anon??'
>It doesn't really have a plot. It's more literary fiction.
>'So it's a book where nothing happens?'
>No.
>They all laugh.
>'How are you writing a book where nothing happens?'
>More laughing.
>Friends of friends join in on the table and also ask me what my novel's about.
>More laughter when I reply that there isn't really a plot just yet.'
>'So you don't even know what your book is about?'
>Throughout the night I have more and more people approaching me asking what my novel's about.
>Gets to the point where even complete strangers are in on the joke.
>I wish I wasn't writing this fricking book now.
>Finish my drink and go home seething.
>Destroy the entire manuscript so far and delete any digital backups of the book.
>Cry myself to sleep.
>I am no longer writing a novel
How was your weekend guys?
The teasing hurt you because you knew they were right. You had opportunities to explain your book and yet, you skulked home, seething, without explaining. How are you gonna write a book without knowing what it is about? Not even a basic outline?
He said they were plotgays.
So what's the book about?
>wants to larp as a writer
>didn't even practice in his head before trying it out in front of normies
>didn't bring any cool props like a pipe or a typewriter
>probably dressed casual instead of dark academia style
yeah, you need to find a new personality
People are making fun of you because you tried to come off as "wickedly intelligent" by not even deigning to describe any aspects of your novel. Your whole schtick was
>You wouldn't even get it because it's literary. So I'm not going to tell you anything about it!
And you wonder why people made fun of you?
>Be me at the bar talking to a few normie friends.
>One of them asks me what I'm doing with myself, tell him I'm working on a novel. don't usually like to tell people this but he writes as well so whatever
>Suddenly everyone takes an interest in the conversation.
>'What's the plot of your book anon??'
>It doesn't really have a plot. It's more literary fiction.
>'So it's a book where nothing happens?'
>No.
>They all laugh.
>'How are you writing a book where nothing happens?'
>Well, all the characters are thinly veiled versions of my friends so nothing can happen in the sense that you mean.
>Uncomfortable laughing.
>Friends of friends join in on the table and also ask me what my novel's about.
>More uncomfortable laughter when I reply that it is an attempt to understand or at least make some sort of sense of how people like them don't just kill themselves when faced with the pointless banality of living a life with no direction or purpose other then the grave where their embalmed corpses will not nurture even the smallest thistle or the most iron stomached of maggots; how can they go on day after day knowing that their true potential in life is to become a poisoned shrine to their own mediocrity?
>Throughout the night a few more people approaching me asking what my novel's about, even some strangers.
>I tailor my response for each of them to make it about them and their failings and fears.
>Finish my drink and enjoy another in that wonderful sort of solitude which is generally reserved for lepers and the insane; my very presence is felt to the far corners of the room and it affects every movement made and every word spoken but I am never spoken of or to; never approached and given a wide berth. I become the center of stillness in an eddy only they can see or feel, it pushes them away into a formless mass of noise that sustains my being.
>Bartender brings me another drink and asks me how the writing is going.
>Tell him it is going well, thank him and wish him well.
>Go home to work on my novel freed from the distraction of 'friends'
Kino
good post
Good post, but you write like a pseud who browses Reddit and thinks this
>how people like them don't just kill themselves when faced with the pointless banality of living a life with no direction or purpose other then the grave where their embalmed corpses will not nurture even the smallest thistle or the most iron stomached of maggots
is a legitimately well-written sentence. Nevertheless, OP BTFO
>OP BTFO
That depends. If OP is an oldgay following the old forms, then yes, OP has been BTFO but OP was supposed to be BTFO and he is probably the only anon who got that it was a write thread. If OP is a newbie and literally writing a diary entry then anon is offering sympathy to OP. Personally I think OP is an oldgay following the old forms, write friend is not the one who does know how to talk to someone about their creative endeavors, it is the others who are doing the normie thing of feigning interest because that is what they were taught to do and then plainly demonstrating that they do not know anything about literature or even care about literature.
More importantly if you are going to critique someone then actually offer something better then "reddit," you are no better then the normies in OP.
I was attempting to put things into terms he (You) could understand but I failed to grasp the poorness of his (Your) comprehension.
my drink and go home seething.
the entire manuscript so far and delete any digital backups of the book.
>>Cry myself to sleep.
You're a moronic coward.
🙁 I hope this is not real
But if it is I hope you keep writing
It's about the loss of our identity and will as a result of mass media, set in Atlantis 12.000 years ago.
i knew you would end up doing coke? actually i just haven't showered
It's about people.
It's about life.
It's about nostalgia.
It's about dichotomies.
It's about whales.
It's about literature.
It's about deconstructing concepts like "about".
What's the fricking book about?
>Be at the bar with a weird as frick friend
>Ask what they're doing with their life (I don't actually care)
>He tells me he's writing some book
>Elbow my other buddy to get his attention, he gleams over
>Ask what the book's about
>This weird frick starts murmuring something about it having no plot
>I'm guessing it's probably some autistic furry fanfiction
>"So what, you're writing a book where nothing happens?"
>His face becomes visibly strained as he answers in a monotone "no."
>Laugh at his reddening face
>Others join in on the joke: "How can you write a book where nothing happens?"
>He starts backpedaling more
>Get up to take a piss, on my way to the toilet I see a regular
>Tell him I'll shout him a beer if he asks my weird friend what his book's about
>This weird frick is visibly livid at this point
>He storms off at 8p.m., me and my buddies have a good giggle
>Message him next morning: "You ok bro?"
>"Yeah"
>"What was with you storming off last night?"
>"Oh... nothing"
>"So kinda like your book lol"
He hasn't replied yet. Poor fella.
>empty meanness because le edgy and bullied in real life so bully on internets
Try harder and move on.
>bullying fictional people on the internet
>mean
lol, touch grass
As I said, the meanness was empty and is just your lashing out for being bullied in real life. You should work on that comprehension.
>meanness
>on the internet
Not possible, brother.
As I said, touch grass
>still missed the point even after having it explained
>apparently does not understand how words modify the meaning of other words
>or maybe does not know what 'empty' means.
You really are stupid and I don't mean that as an insult, just stating fact.
>Thinks that the qualifier "empty" refers to the object of the noun rather than the noun itself
>Still has not touched grass
The gentle feeling of grass, rustling between one's phalanges. The softness of damp dirt; delightfully digging in daylight. Perhaps an insect, or two, to intersect the view; too soon one must rentrer (true). Back in concrete, metal, and glass; the anon is a beat, fetal arse.
>appeals to prescription and ignores meaning.
The meanness was empty, as in it was not actually mean.
If the meanness was not actually mean then it couldn't have been meanness.
Grassometer: I have touched grass 23,412 times today.
I plainly stated, it was not actually mean because it was empty. You really have poor comprehension.
But then it is not meanness, and thus "empty meanness" must mean something else, for otherwise if it cannot be meanness, then it cannot be empty meanness.
If you touched grass you would understand that a reader's lack of comprehension of a nonsensical statement tells us less about the reader's ability to read than it does about a writer's capacity to communicate.
>he almost figured out how language works
Is an empty compliment a compliment?
>Is an empty glass a glass?
Yes. Yes it is.
If I call a random person on the street a wienersucking twat, it's mean. Simply because you've typed words rather than spoken them doesn't change that. I hope you understand this.
Stop speaking like a white woman. Go back to r/rsp
It‘s one of the weirdest phenomena how nu-lit has made a signaling game of their ability to tolerate vapid social discourse as if going along in this society were some mark of maturity or health.
nu-lit is just empty memes, meaning is lost.
>avoids question
Where did I say typing vs speaking had anything to do with it?
trolls are circling!
>lack of self-awareness
>thinks criticism is 'trolling'
>openly labelling people as 'trolls'
Lol. As I suggested earlier, set aside some time in your 'busy' day to allow for plant-life to be in direct contact with your body.
As for
>Avoids question
An empty compliment is still a compliment. For example: "You are a really smart person!" would be an empty compliment when directed at yourself, but if directed at someone intelligent then it would have some weight to it.
>context doesn't matter
How would that be a mental defense? Do people take IQfy seriously enough to need mental defenses against it?
Since you're fixed by an autistic, pride-fueled desire to be correct, I shall be blunt and make my last post for to-day.
Characters in books can be mean to each other. If done accurately, the meanness is not empty, even though it's directed towards fictional entities. This makes sense - the object of the meanness is nonexistent, and yet the meanness still stings because you can imagine that such and such a person would probably smart from such meanness. Since characters can be mean to characters, I shall henceforth use "OP" to mean "The character OP is portraying", and when I refer to myself, I shall mean "the character I was portraying".
OP is a little homosexual who refers to his friends as "normies". If you think your friends are normies, then you probably don't know them very well. If you do know them well and they are indeed normies, then you would not truly be friends with them unless you also are a normie. Clearly OP is not a normie otherwise he wouldn't have spilt spaghetti; instead OP is what is known as a "spergtard", and he is not a true friend. Because OP looks down upon his "friends" and regards them as "normies", it makes sense that the relationship is reciprocal. In fact, his "normie" friends probably make fun of him for using words like normie and for being a "weird frick" in general. OP probably also writes furry fanfiction. Thus the meanness exhibited in my response (written from the view of a normie friend) is not empty, but rather is an expression of how the interaction may have been written from an external viewpoint.
Why did I write the post? For funsies I suppose. Why am I responding to you? Same reason. I am playing. Toying with the character you are portraying. I leave you with a final recommendation. Touch grass.
You will never be a good writer.
But anon, why you so mad?
>people respond to your post with genuine criticism
But you think they're trolling. It's a flimsy mental defence you've built there. My last message to you; take care.
>as if going along in this society were some mark of maturity or health.
Don't you have joker memes to post on Facebook?
Vapidity isn‘t good now because of an ironic meme trend from like six years ago.
Doesn't get much more vapid than refusing to work on your social skills because you've leaned into a contrived le quirky nihilist outsider persona
„Social skills“ here aren‘t even identified as having an end. Half the posts are just saying he should have made something senseless up, for no particular reason, rather than try to engage the concept of literary fiction because he thought his friend would get it. You‘re projecting.
>he gleams over
>he shines over
>he shines brightly over
OP truly can't catch a break, on or offline.
>finish my novel
>oh i'll read it
>send it to them
>never hear from them again
Learn how to talk to normies
>Yeah it's just a hobby, I do it to relax after work. The plot is a bit like a Stephen King novel but I'm still working on it.
Nobody gives a shit so your only goal is to not bring down the mood
They were trying to have fun with you, not at your expense. You were literally at a bar. Be content with who you are and whatever you're doing. Don't be so serious and defensive.
>go t a bar with friends
>"normie" friends
Anon, you are the normalgay. Also your book is in the right place. Do it properly next time. And don't be a braggart.
>Invite my friend to the bar
>He's a bit strange but whatever, socialising will do him good.
>No one is really talking to him, ask him about his book loudly. People will take interest then.
>He brushes away the question
>Says it's about nothing
>Think he's doing a Seinfeld bit
>Everyone looks confused
>I start laughing to break the tension
>Everyone else follows
>He's making friends
>Other people come over
>He leaves the conversation
>Try to get other people to chat to him, talk about his book since he's spent a lot of time on it
>He ignores them
>Leaves in a rush
Guys I haven't heard from him in a few days, he seemed real upset about something. Should I check on him?
This could make a good book. Something about different perspectives.
Hahhaha this homie, how did you write a book without knowing what's it about
Haha, kek!
This is one of the many reasons why I love IQfy(nel) and keep returning.