One of the torments of being a writer is bearing the mental burden of dissatisfaction with one's own writing. Personally, this happens to me a lot, and it's a problem that I'm completely fed up with, since I often find myself in the dilemma of having many articles to write, many ideas to put into words, and interesting topics on which I can express my opinion. However, simply rereading I can give my opinion on, but simply rereading the same article, simply rethinking the idea, or the aging of the topic in question, make me step aside and end up closing an incomplete document and with it an article that will never see the light of day...

I'm sick of writing well, syntax has me fed up and the pressure of putting commas, periods, and bombastic words like little soldiers has my head spinning. It's not that writing well is a sin or a crime, of course not, spelling is the mother of all writing and the fundamental rule of it; but I put pressure on myself to write like so-and-so... When in reality I can write articles being myself, expressing my opinions as I would, and writing as I would, no matter how crude it may be compared to the greatest writers throughout history.

I am like a dog, I am not a wolf, I have no pedigree; I am like a dog, a street dog, a dog that tries to wear a tie but is ultimately a stray dog. I'm tired of pushing myself to write like someone who frequently produces polished and profound pieces; the truth is that I'm an idiot who started a blog because he wants to express himself, and that's it, no pretensions, no meritocracy, I couldn't care less about labels...

I want to write with street slang, with dirt; I want my writing to be part of my voice, and if that means I won't look so professional, then so be it, period.

So no, professor, I'm not going to write well... I'm going to write with my voice, and if my voice sounds dirty, it's great, because that's where the truth comes from.

-CRISS (August, 2025)