My Favorite Thing I’ve Ever Written

It’s Another Horror Story. Don’t Hate Me.

I don’t like most of the things I wrote in my “horror phase.” The change was an immediate thing. My son was born and instantly all of it was trash. I suppose I must’ve thought those stories were cool or something as I wrote them down. Then you hold a little baby in your arms, he’s yours, you’re someone he’s going to at least try to admire no matter what, and you think, “Why would anyone want to add ugliness to the world?”

There’s something seductive about having an intimate knowledge of ugliness. It’s easy to become conceited and think it’s the same thing as wisdom. It’s a sunk-fallacy kind of thing, where you keep returning to it because you’re sure it has to all have some kind of hidden worth after everything it put you through. But of course it doesn’t. It’s just ugliness. And it’s sad that ugliness happened to you, but until you sit with it and learn to walk away from it, well, there’s no wisdom to be found except by leaving.

Still, I thought I should make the world see that ugliness and those are the stories I just plain don’t like. One of them, which I suppose I’ll have to link to made several people throw up. Although, believe it or not, I wrote it as a joke or parody.

Now, it’s just gross.

I’ll link to a few podcast episodes after the cut.