100 Words - Spit

I try to write. I'm hesitant, Afraid. That's the key word isn't it, afraid? Not of failure. Not of criticism. Fear of indifference. Sometimes I want to spit in people's faces. Sure they'll hate me for it, but they'll acknowledge me. They'll scream that my writing is foul and worthless and I'll smile because they are talking about my writing. I will stand on a pedestal of their hatred and and pity them. So easy they are to manipulate. The howling masses feeding my ego. Hating me. I am important. I matter. Hey, someone has to wear the black hat.