I think now I’m putting too much pressure on myself to make this into something more sophisticated and it’s paralyzing me.
Why can’t I just write about my dumb day like I used to? Who cares if no one wants to hear about it?
I’ve said plenty of times that this whole thing is basically just a public diary. That’s right, you’ve read the disclaimers.
Never have I ever indicated that this is a literary masterpiece or a rousing manifesto or anything of real value to anyone but me.
So if you’re unhappy with it and still reading, who’s the real culprit? Ahhhh!
I think I’ve given myself a complex based on faulty perceptions of what my friend was saying to me.
Anyway, I hope so.