Two odd confidence slighting instances happened this week.
Monday, on Girls, the opening scene was almost identical to a short story I wrote in 2009.
Today, Thought Catalogue posted this essay about brunch, which is eerily similar, but vastly superior to the essay on brunch that I was going to finish and submit to TC tonight.
This means one of these things:
1. It's feasible that I have an audience
2. I'm a hack