Good god. I’ve ploughed through those screenshots this morning (thank you for your service @Valiofthedolls ) and I’m speechless.
I knew it would be bad but it’s orders of magnitude worse than I ever could have imagined
These are the solipsistic fantasies of a profoundly incurious and egotistical man. This isn’t a biography, it’s the wish fulfillment diary of an isolated and unhappy 14 year old projecting dreams of success onto their future self.
I‘m blown away by how interchangeable the back stories of all of our favourite Internet fantasists and grifters are. The stories of “needless to say, I had the last laugh” where the plucky hero defies the expectations of the naysayers and rises to triumph could have been written by this guy, or Jack Monroe, or Jess Taylor. They’re all the same. They are all pure Alan Partridge. Everyone around them is reduced to a two dimensional supporting character who either supports or thwarts the hero. They always knew they were destined for greatness.
Events that most people would regard as very normal (liking music, discovering a hobby) are elevated to the momentous and used as evidence of just how special the narrator is. Conversations are remember verbatim and regurgitated to bolster the extraordinary claims - I don’t think they realise that most people have these kinds of conversations about events in their lives, but they have them by themselves in the shower. Then after you’ve finished verbally besting your enemies, you get out of the shower and get on with life. You don’t publish these imaginary victories
I cannot get enough of the stories of these people with the yawning chasm inside them that drives them to this grandiose but desperate need for adulation. It’s fascinating.
I knew it would be bad but it’s orders of magnitude worse than I ever could have imagined
These are the solipsistic fantasies of a profoundly incurious and egotistical man. This isn’t a biography, it’s the wish fulfillment diary of an isolated and unhappy 14 year old projecting dreams of success onto their future self.
I‘m blown away by how interchangeable the back stories of all of our favourite Internet fantasists and grifters are. The stories of “needless to say, I had the last laugh” where the plucky hero defies the expectations of the naysayers and rises to triumph could have been written by this guy, or Jack Monroe, or Jess Taylor. They’re all the same. They are all pure Alan Partridge. Everyone around them is reduced to a two dimensional supporting character who either supports or thwarts the hero. They always knew they were destined for greatness.
Events that most people would regard as very normal (liking music, discovering a hobby) are elevated to the momentous and used as evidence of just how special the narrator is. Conversations are remember verbatim and regurgitated to bolster the extraordinary claims - I don’t think they realise that most people have these kinds of conversations about events in their lives, but they have them by themselves in the shower. Then after you’ve finished verbally besting your enemies, you get out of the shower and get on with life. You don’t publish these imaginary victories
I cannot get enough of the stories of these people with the yawning chasm inside them that drives them to this grandiose but desperate need for adulation. It’s fascinating.