Greetings from my navel

It used to baffle me when non-published amateur writers commented on whatever discussion something like "oh this reminds me of the main character in my novel, she's this really cool vampire gogo-girl who can shoot laser beams from her ass", like, as if anyone cared about your unfinished and unpublished writings in relation to this discussion that has zero to do with writing, vampires, gogo-girls, novels or laser beams. But I'm slowly starting to understand. Everything seems to connect with my stories. Only the memory of those previous encounters with over-eager writers hold me back from posting similar comments.

I suppose in the end of my life I'll understand everyone and everything.