Retired
When they said fake it till you make it, they didn't offer any advice for what you're supposed to do when you don't make it.
As a fantasist with main-character syndrome, I have stumbled through half-arsed careers in the narcissistic expectation I would ultimately be "discovered" to be a "natural" talent in some field where despite not having paid the requisite dues or undergone adequate training I would wind up as a consequential figure for something or other.
I was wrong and, during this lucid interval, I'm calling it a day.
Some wags on Wikipedia created a page for Michael_C._Burgess_(editor) on which they're compiling landmarks of my mediocrity, falling just short of publishing my Twenty-Five-Yards Swimming Certificate. Much of it is plain wrong. Some of it is becoming a sinister encroachment on my privacy. It's wild that somebody has time for this.
If you have questions, my DMs are open @Byronik on Twitter, but I don't look there often what with being retired and all.
