Life Is So Unfair
This is NOT a call to action. . .
Life is so unfair.
I have been writing on Medium for over 5 months now. I have only ONE story that has received over one thousand claps. Just ONE. Don’t you people realize how important that milestone is to some of us lesser writers?
That story is called
I have another story that has received 998 claps. Seriously. NINE HUNDRED NINETY-EIGHT CLAPS. Two claps away. No one saw that and said to themselves, “Self, he only needs two claps to reach 1,000 claps. And he so deserves it. I think I’ll add two claps.”
Are you people so devoid of emotion and empathy that this injustice passed right by you? Oh, the inhumanity of it all!
That story is called
I have another story that has received 940 claps. Life is so unfair. It is the ONLY one out of, um, a lot, that has ever been curated. My FIRST and ONLY curation. And now it suffers the indignity of needing only TWO readers to clap 30 times each to break new territory.
How is that even possible? That’s a rhetorical question.
It is my first real attempt at poetry, and it was CURATED for gosh snakes!
That story is called
I have another story that has received 909 claps. So, so close. Like, only two people need to clap 45 and a half times to put it over 1,000. Yes, once again, only TWO people.
WTH? Is that SO friggin’ hard?
That story is called
Pretty damn unfair, don’t you think?
I mean, how the hell am I supposed to maintain my self-esteem if I get so close to the “magic number” and then people just. . .stop. This is supposed to be a community of caring and wonderful people.
WHERE ARE YOU?
I mean, it’s not as if those claps are part of a limited supply everyone has, like, oh, I don’t know, money!
It’s not as if each clap takes one minute of your life away so if you clap too much you’ll soon grow prematurely old!
It’s not as if the stories totally suck. Hey, no comments from the peanut gallery, please.
I mean, I have one story that only got 5 claps. That story only needs 20 people to clap an average of, um, wait a minute. . .995 divided by 20, carry the one, add the 6 . . .well, you get the idea. That story is called. . .no, no, that one kinda sucked.
Never mind. I don’t need no steenkin’ positive reinforcement!
Chuck Roast is a writer, author, word generator, hack, scribbler, literary genius, penman, scribe, litterateur, poet in residence (my house), satirist, and humorist (“humourist” for those of you who like the “incorrect” spelling)for Medium and the publication Illumination, among others, a Top Writer in Satire and Humor, owner/editor/writer of his own Publication, Dad-Bods, which is currently sitting idle while he develops his social media skills and gains more exposure through manipulation of said social media. He was recently curated for the first time, in Poetry, for his poetic story, Remember the Founders and Their Reasons.
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