I was feeling vaguely…

I was feeling vaguely envious of another writer who had something I didn't have and thought I probably wanted, and so I was poking around to make sure that he was actually more famous / talented / deserving / etc. than I am, and in the course of this ridiculous exercise, came across a truly excoriating review of his book, a brutal, full-page tear-down of everything he was trying to do, and now I am feeling very sorry for him because if I had gotten this review, I would have been CRUSHED and possibly never written anything again. Sometimes the universe reminds you that envy is an ugly waste of your time.

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