Pointless Sense of Appraisal

Clocking in about 76 stories as of late, I am slightly dissapointed of the results yeilded from my efforts in putting my work out in the writing world. Not to bitch, not to show disdain, and not casting spite on anyone; I am actually grateful in the fact that this piss poor reception has pushed me forward than ever before. Face it folks that some of us are not meant to gain fame or notoriety beyond the norm of society and that ten to one your work is nothing more than a speck of sand on an abandoned shoreline. Grateful indeed that this lesson in life has given me a quick slap in the face and a rightous kick in my ass to keep improving my work and responses from my few readers out there. Yes my work is complex and at times utterly insane. Yes only two stories acheived a slight reward and only three have been liked by some interesting, kind hearted authors/readers. Sadly though it casts a shadow of doubt that my work is even sub par in comparison to the standards of modern writing and keeping your attention. However my persistence will not waver and be rest assured my writing efforts will continue in complete disregard to your views and occasional annoyance of inadequete understanding. For the first time in all my years of writing I have never been this royally pissed for reasons based on my selfish ignorance and thirst for exposure. Thank you all for pushing me to the limits and beyond and looking forward to mind fucking you all with my random system of writing. If it was not for all of us then I would have thrown my phone into a garbage compactor with a bright twinkle of menace in my eye. My last few words on this rant from hell is this:
Return the favor and verbally beat, berate, slam, swear, scream, or bitch about how terrible I really am. This is an experiment so show some effort. Get mad and let it out then write how you feel afterwards. Warning to the wise, those who stand by false praise are the ones who sit on a tin roof during a lightning storm.