I've been told I'm full of shit. It's mostly unintentional, except when I'm lying.
And though most things in life are uncertain and unpredictable, I am certain that I'm fairly predictable, and definitely not worthy of your time or trust.
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I have so many infatuations that I can't keep up, and forget about most of them. I don't take anything seriously, and am mostly just looking for a story to tell.
Please tell me what a fool I am. I need to get out of this comfortable self-deprecation. This hall of mirrors where I've trapped myself. A place for nothing but vain self-reflection. No progress is made here.
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"Your blog is really stupid. You're too narcissistic to be self-aware. The musings about yourself are just bullshit wrapped in horse shit"
"Thank you. That's the best feedback I've ever gotten."
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I have a lot to say and say nothing at all, with a whole bunch of sentences. I probably should learn what experiencing is all about.
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