1. My in-depth post is an entire week late, now.
2. I’ve been procrasinating for plenty of reasons, but a main one is that I would be lying if I said I wasn’t at least a little embarrassed about what I’d chosen as my topic.
3. There is a very high likelihood that I’m going to spend the next five months sounding like the angsty pretentious kid in the corner who know one wants to talk to.
4. “The point of a poetry slam is to shout your drivel louder than the previous contestant, while whooping your friends into a brain-dead ecstacy by throwing in staccato clusters of meaningless interior rhymes without discretion or respect to form reflecting thematic content. You must also recite your work breathlessly, hunched over your microphone and clutching your tofu-addled guts..” –Urban Dictionary
…No one wants to be that guy.
5a. I could avoid that by being self-mocking the entire time, and writing on lame, trivial things…
5b. …But that will only be fun for the first two and a half months, or so. Maybe three, if I put enough effort into mocking myself.
6. I think I’ll only let myself be self-mocking for a little bit. Then I’ll have to actually put myself out there and write about things I actually want to write about.
7. Yeah, I’m definitely going to end up sounding like the angsty pretentious kid in the corner no one wants to talk to.
8. There are some people who perform slam poetry who are actually really cool, and don’t seem unduly angsty or pretentious at all.
9. I am not one of these people.