I picked writing as a hobby when I was sixteen. I admit starting out to improve my creative and English skills. Hence, I started writing original novels. Some of them end in disaster (youthful mistakes of a kid who was never that good at grammar). Right now, I’m operating from an author equivalent of a shack, with free spell-checking software programs and no editor.
Then I discover I have become a Sloth.
Sloth as an animal is a low energy NEET. Their greatest claim of flame is the ability to blend in the background. They fail at life, and the only thing they are good at is one thing they never mean to do (swimming).
And thus I embrace my new status. I have failed to launch my official career and now attempt to make a headway into a subject my BEng and MSc degree never meant to do — write.
I have become The Sloth of Bangkok.