Why, Medium, can I not Applaud my own Story?
Medium, I am thoroughly confused.
When I interview for a job, I’m meant to pretend that I’m better than I am, have skills that I don’t, and that I care more than I do.
When I write a scientific paper, I’m meant to pretend that it’s more novel than it is and will change the world more than it will.
When I have a wild dream, I’m meant to believe that it’s more likely to come true than it is and it will fill the holes in my life more than it ever could.
When luck is on my side, I’m meant to believe that I dealt the cards of the universe myself and that I deserve to keep the rewards on my shelf.
When I look in the mirror, I’m meant to see myself as more attractive than I am.
When I count the number of people I’ve slept with, I’m meant to round up to the nearest five, just because I’m a man.
But here, this self-grandification is suddenly off limits.
Medium, why do you swim against all contemporary tides?