The summer is wearing down and I am feeling the effects. It's been almost three months since we moved to Daybreak and the euphoria of moving is melting away as it always does. I end up being the same person I've always been: anxious, lazy and morose. My novel seems silly. I will continue writing it, because I'm more afraid of being undisciplined than I am of being silly. I keep thinking there must be something else to write, but I have a feeling it is darker than I want to face. All that is left is silliness.
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
Enough about me. What do YOU think of me?
Welcome to my world. The NY Times says that "narcissism" is the new psycho babble word of choice, as in Tom Cruise is a narcissist. Paris Hilton is a narcissist. _____is a narcissist. You can fill in your own blank. If you use the word loosely then we are all narcissists. Who do we really care about more than our precious selves? I thought Von Watson when she was out of her mind in her nineties was telling the absolute truth: when she was told her daughter, Eunice, had died of cancer, she said, "Oh, I'm glad it wasn't me!"
Posted by Louise Plummer at 9:19 AM