Friday, May 01, 2020

No One's Dummy

As I shuffle through the catalogue of my work, I realized I've written 1,505 works that are merely velocity waves of stuffs I'd thought about. That's a lot of work for essentially nothing. Just thoughts I've had and fleshed into blurts. While I tried to rest today, I've considered that ballsy sin of self-absorbtion. That's a lot of sold pride and wasted effort for something that's virtually unread. But I'm not ashamed.

Writing is how I work through my thoughts so I can form prudent opinions. I've lived an examined life. And I've realized I'm grateful I didn't just coast through my life with society's fist shoved up my ass as it thrusted the party line through my lips.

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