I’m constantly under this feeling. Most things I do I downplay or self deprecate because I’m too humble and don’t think the things I do are worth much even when they’re pretty cool or special or unique. A few terrible books, album releases, demos and songs I put up, covers I put out, things like that. There’s too much crap out there, too many people muddying up the internet and our various feeds with stupid ‘memes’ with sarcastic and overly obvious meanings of stances we ALREADY agree with, usually of the political ilk. No one cares, we all agree. Few people are ‘friends’ online with those they disagree with.

Honestly do we post anything else? Instagram is filled with, “Look how cool I am!” Facebook is filled with, “Isn’t this funny!” and although I have Twitter, I’m not on it enough. Although it’s quickly becoming the most enticing for the intellectual in me. Why? It requires READING. You have to read. People have to TYPE things, preferably a cohesive and complete sentence. Perhaps though, I don’t advertise myself because in addition to perhaps being a bit too humble, I revel at the idea that one day someone might stumble upon some of this and realize there’s a treasure trove of all this undiscovered art I’ve put out. That being said, there’s a solid possibility that may never happen. Saying it in itself is egotistical, it’s unlikely as well. There’s a good possibility no one cares and it’s trash anyway! Nonetheless, I will keep creating and fighting with this impostor syndrome.

Impostor syndrome over this podcast, short stories, books, work, film, photos, music, records, musical abilities, you name it. Everything.