Abel, Don’t Knock Validation
Now That I’m a Top Writer in Art I Keep Worrying that Medium is Going to Find out that I’m a Pretentious Fraud and unceremoniously strip me of my title.
No-one is more astonished than I am. I love art. I love Florence. Rijsmuseet and The Prado are on my must-see list.
I’ve been validated.
I’ve known for years that I’m a narcissist:
When people ask me what I write about, I say dating and politics.
Did I mention that I was a top writer in Art?
I ran off a couple of memoir pieces plus a short orbituary of my art teacher.
I visit art galleries, sometimes just to meet cultured or pseudo-cultured men.
The library is a good place to meet guys too. At least you’re likely to meet someone who’s cracked open a book 📚 or two in his lifetime.
I’ve heard that the Black Diamond library in Copenhagen is the place to go. I haven’t been there yet; there are plenty of people here in Frederiksberg to talk to. The Cubans go there, I’ve heard.
Congratulations on being a top writer in politics.
If anybody reading this thinks this is a narcisisstic self-congratulatory exercise in tautology, remember you get what you pay for.
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