My inner critic: I don't like people who go on and on about themselves when I want to go on and on about my life. But my inner critic immediately steps in when I start to write. Are my life and activities sufficient as a topic? Shouldn't I at least make my statement a rhyming one? Should I add a sound track, maybe rap or Mozart? I could add a sparkly effect with the most important words flashing on and off.
I am not fair since I find everything you put in your grocery cart fascinating. I am impressed with the cosmic significance of your choice of TV and books. And, damnit, I put as much thought into my reading as you do. I get as upset by shooting down innocent planes and money worries as you do. So, how come my inner critic welcomes every little detail about you but bars my revelations or always dumps doubts and grumps all over my pages?
A friend often complains that my blog is about geothermal activity or probability theory but never about my aches and pains. How about a little ME once in a while? My inner critic and I have an appointment with a counselor next week to work on our issues.
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Bill
Main blog: Fear, Fun and Filoz
Main web site: Kirbyvariety
