Gemotions

He slammed the laptop shut, the metallic clang echoing in his sterile apartment. The online excerpts, the embarrassing descriptions of his awkward adolescence… they were a weapon now. He found the publisher’s contact information, a small website with a suspiciously generic name, and clicked on their "contact us" link. He spent the next hour documenting every grammatical error, every factual inaccuracy, every typo. His own sense of being small and insignificant was suddenly replaced by a very potent feeling.

He crafted an email, meticulously dissecting the published passages. He listed every flaw and weakness, itemizing them with clinical precision. He attached screenshots and highlighted segments. When he sent it, a sense of grim satisfaction washed over him, a feeling of finally being able to exert some control over the narrative of his life.