Funny and annoying, quite a lot of the people I know or have ever known still think that I study Journalism (and I didn't even apply for a place on a journalistic faculty!), I'm used to it, but yesterday I had such a conversation with my primary-school-classmates:
- I thought you are going to be in a Literature University!
- Oh, no, thanks! But uhm, well, I study philology. it's not that far.
I guess some of them are still not quite sure what exactly I study. And there was another question, one of the first I got:
- Do you still write books?
I used to write a lot as kid, I used to write a lot in my teens, but I haven't written that much now, for some reason. I feel uninspired.
- I don't have any time.
I was ashamed to day about my writer's block.
But I want to write again SO BADLY. I want to bleed, puke (no forbidden words for a philologist! [c]), inhale, exhale lines, rhymes, plots, everything, just as I used to!
But I feel so empty. And mediocre.
- I thought you are going to be in a Literature University!
- Oh, no, thanks! But uhm, well, I study philology. it's not that far.
I guess some of them are still not quite sure what exactly I study. And there was another question, one of the first I got:
- Do you still write books?
I used to write a lot as kid, I used to write a lot in my teens, but I haven't written that much now, for some reason. I feel uninspired.
- I don't have any time.
I was ashamed to day about my writer's block.
But I want to write again SO BADLY. I want to bleed, puke (no forbidden words for a philologist! [c]), inhale, exhale lines, rhymes, plots, everything, just as I used to!
But I feel so empty. And mediocre.
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