How I became a writing writer and owned my monster!

“A non-writing writer is a monster courting insanity.”
- Franz Kafka

On this day 2 years ago corporate betrayals had managed to pummel my confidence to an all-time low. Despite being continuously regarded as one of the best at what I did by those who did it, I was sidelined for taking a stand and reminding everyone that doing the right thing was all that mattered.

For the only time in my life I had felt isolated, betrayed, confused, and helpless, all at the same time. But for what? For standing up for those that didn’t even know I was standing up for them. It was a false dichotomy. Doing the right thing had backfired on me. I was the butt of hush-hush jokes in settings that once seemed familial. I was even told that the corporate structure does not care about “the right thing”.

It was then that I decided to internalize the grand betrayal and express myself through random scribblings. These scribblings would evolve, or devolve (depending on how they affect you when you read them), over time and add to my existence. I had suddenly become an Albert Camus sort (minus the brilliance), but in a weird little way it wasn’t sudden.

I had begun to develop a thick skin. Not because I was going to stop taking a stand but because I was never going to let the ensuing possible betrayal affect me ever again. Now when I take a stand for “the right thing” I hold my ground come what may.

Dear corporate structure, now I choose to do the right thing and there’s nothing you can do about it. I always make sure that my insanity is not directed at people but at the structure itself, but that’s only because I am a writing writer and I own my monster.