I don’t feel like I can write publicly on this thing anymore. Not with the same voice I used to.

There was something in the news last week about writers who use “I” and “me”. How they are overly inwardly focused. According to whoever did the study, wrote the book, or whatever. These people are generally more unhappy, insecure, losers etc. Fuck. I use “I” all the fucking time. Me me me me fucking me.

I suppose the idea is that happy people write more about other people. Happiness is only real when shared. That was from “Into The Wild”. Alex Supertramp wrote it when things were going badly in his Alaskan bus. I still don’t know if I buy it.