(un)titled rant ii - where have all the storytellers gone?

if all of these c-list celebrities* and random people can write books about "how to be inspiring/powerful/successful" and other painfully ambiguous self-help-esque books in which they just tell us shit we already know and use different words to say the same shit that we have already heard, then i'm sure i could whip up a solid story or two or pull together some poems and publish an actual read. 

*i.e. lala anthony; see photo below. "that old adage" - i'm sure this whole book is an old adage. nothing written or miscellaneously highlighted on this page hasn't been said to me by one of my homegirls... or by the frazzled lady from the elderly home in the neighborhood who walks up and down the street all day eating hot cheetos on other people's porches. 

don't mind me, i'm just being exaggeratively annoyed by things i see on social media again. you know, just being overwhelmingly underwhelmed with the world again. oh and arrogant. i'm being arrogant. oh and hangry too. i'm hangry.