I recently confessed to Isaac* that I wrote some angsty fiction in high school. While he laughed (with an appropriate degree of loving mockery), I came to realize that beneath most angst there is truth.
Certainly my angsty writing (this one example is humiliating enough) got at a deeper truth, something that I felt wasn't known in the world at large. You know how, in high school, your closeness with your friends is such that their problems become your problems, too? This was a case of learning something from my friends with initial shock, but then wanting to spread the knowledge once the shock faded away.
And realizing that my writing of angsty fiction was coupled with my desire to make people understand the truth makes me feel a little bit less sheepish for writing complain-y rants like that. But just a tiny bit. It is, after all, angsty fiction.
At least I never wrote fanfiction.
*I know I have a bad habit of name-dropping just so I can link to my friends' websites and blogs. I still haven't yet gotten over the novelty of my friends having websites and blogs to link to, and it's fun, so cut me some slack, okay?
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