The world is not a clean place. It’s made of dirt, puke and scars. We are all made of dirt, puke and scars. In some way, I’m trying to be a real human at the other end of a web browser. I’m not a URL or IP address. I exist beyond an avatar or Twitter handle. Behind every snarky article and questionable rumor there is a deeply flawed person pretending to be a writer or artist. There are charlatans among us.
This struck home for me. When we write something, we put a bit of ourselves out there. It’s important to make sure that whatever we put out there is honest and exactly what we want to represent us.