Apparently, when you start writing after a long time of not writing, feelings come out. I mean FEELINGS. Those fucked up little monsters I usually keep in sound-proof cages. This is why I don't write non-fiction. Better to hide behind a character who is totally made up and just happens to possess all my worst traits. The weird part is that this time, I didn't realize what I was doing.
Nothing is ever totally made up. My friend saw those FEELINGS right away. She already knows what a peevish icicle of a person I can be, but I still felt exposed. It's a two-page vignette. Good voice, but otherwise not particularly brilliant. It's just an exercise for pete's sake. It doesn't deserve to be this dangerous.
What about you? Have you ever written something you thought was inconsequential when you were writing it, but when you stepped back, or god forbid showed it to someone, it made you want to fucking scream?
Tell me. I want to know.