You remember the anti-resume? It was a list of all your rejections. I’d like to propose the idea of anti-acknowledgments.
I’d like to acknowledge my current editing job that has fucked up my previously solid idea of whether anti- is hyphenated, set open, or closed up. I’d like to thank my parents for getting sick and dying and fucking up my twenties and early-to-mid thirties right good. I’d like to acknowledge person A and B for keeping me single long enough that I could concentrate on developing my writing. I’d like to thank my friends for showing impatience the twenty-five-thousandth time I told a story, so I turned to writing instead.
I’d like to acknowledge my stark raving ADD for my “lyric” style. I’d like to thank my shitty memory for also contributing to my lyrical, vignette-y style. I’d like to thank the lack of confidence that made me work on the memoir rather than essays so I wouldn’t have essays to send out and get rejected. I’d like to thank my shitty life choices that lead me to rely on writing as the overarching path to self-esteem. Without you I’d be nothing.
What would you like to anti-acknowledge today?