I've really put off doing this sort of thing for quite a long time. Mostly because blogging seems to me to be so much navel gazing self-indulgence that I really saw no point in joining the fray. My friends and family have insisted, encouraged and demanded that I try this. But I'm up my own ass enough to know that sharing the view isn't as grand a thing as other folks seem to think it might be. Yet I still set this blog up years ago... so I am hypocrite too.
I quit writing and grandly thinking of myself as "a writer" a long time ago. I stopped because I felt like I had hit a wall or come to the flat-Earth edge of whatever talent I possessed. Writing was just so much lying on paper or living out this alter-ego fantasy where I was funny and clever and said things I would never utter in person. I was writing about loves I'd never felt and dramas that I hadn't experienced. So much empty posturing and artifice. I decided that I could be full of shit enough in real life that I didn't need to do it on paper too. So I quit and went off into the world to be whoever I was and am and would be.
Circuitously, that brings me back around to sitting on a couch pretending that whatever I think is some golden apple that others just HAVE to taste.
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