About a year and a half ago. I started a thread, “What feedback could you offer on Sean Kernan’s writing?”
100+ answers later I’d taken a solid licking. But it was actually what I wanted. It gave me really good information to get better as a writer.
Some guy wrote an answer here on Quora, it was one of those rants about celebrities being annoying. (I believe the answer has now been deleted.)
It was about their usual narcissistic patterns:
Self-worship and the presumption that everyone lives in orbit of their lives.
PS – (the above picture was captioned, “When you can’t find anything to wear LOL”.)
- I struggle to believe Kim runs out of clothes, that there isn’t a house behind her with 1000 outfits ironed and folded by someone else.
- I don’t see how this post quantifies an all caps LOL. The LOL doesn’t match the I’m hot sulk.
- Honest caption: I’m naked and hawwwwwwt. Here’s my new censor bikini.
On the Quora answer, I left a comment with ~“Man – I hate celebrities so much.”
I go away.
I think that is the end of it. I don’t notice any notifications.
Months later I come back. It had a whole slew of replies:
“Isn’t that hypocritical Sean?”
“So you hate yourself?”
“Says the Quora Celebrity…”
Bro – I ain’t no celebrity. My 6 AM alarm clock reminds me of that 5 days a week. The full inbox that waits for me reminds me of that.
I’ve never even ridden in a limo. I’ve never signed an autograph.
There are cats with more social media followers than me.
There’s no paparazzi outside my house. There are no fans. The only thing out there is a lawn that needs to be mowed.
And a mailbox with billing reminders.
That moment you realize your house is smaller than a Kardashian bathroom 😛