Blog Me Tender

I could pay for therapy. I’m not sure it would help. The more I think about it, the more I believe I would only have more questions and fewer answers by the sheer ratio. Instead, I will empty my mind into this blog.

My life is a drama disproportionately Greek. I want to stop the cyclone and get off, please. I’ll insist on an explanation later.

In the meantime, let me posit this one thing: is it necessary to be both creative and tortured? Can’t one just be hugely succesful at creation without having to bear the impossible and endless suffering associated with the “gift?” Shucks. Some gift. Teo tons of pure, unadulterated pain.

Now: if I were cruel and cold, I could do away with at least 75% of the nonsense that gets in the way of my output. I try to be cruel and cold, but it doesn’t come off. So, I wind up collecting strays – stray humans and their stray problems. These problems ultimately become mine to have and hold.

Well, that’s it for the moment. By the way, if you know me, please stop reading this blog. You’ll likely see something about yourself here and I don’t want to hurt your feelings and neither do I want to stifle my upcoming mind-dump.

Have a nice day.