If I was an author.
And if suddenly one day.
Every single person in this world starts to performatively read and hype up my books.
Every single person in this world suddenly performatively adds it to their 5 star reads.
They make it the NYT bestseller.
They make a movie and TV show.
They add it to the one best books of the decade.
They permanently add it to the wrap up list on fable.
They make banners and paint them everywhere.
Why?
Because of assumptions after invading in the personal space and boundaries of a public figure.
Without their consent and knowledge.
They are doing it because of cheap politics and games.
Also they are a bunch of hypocrites.
I’m not going to be very happy about it.
Because intention matters.
They are not doing it because they genuinely like my story.
They are not doing it because my story is actually good.
They are not doing it because they like my writing.
It’s performative.
If I was an author.
I would start feeling suicidal, overwhelmed and traumatized.
I would go into depression and in a very dark place.
I would pray that it stops.
That’s how I would feel.
I don’t know about others.
Whatever the public figure did won’t hurt me.
But what the world is doing definitely will.
