Do you ever think having a public presence, even a pseudonymous one, is an exercise in narcissism?
After flipping blips of light back and forth on a computer screen for long enough, I can’t help but wonder why.
Why does a shade of color matter so much? Why do I alter my thoughts to avoid line widows? Why do I care? Why would anyone else care? What do I get from this?
I like writing. I like to think it helps me organize my thoughts. But why do I publish some of my meaningless writings on the Internet for others to see, too?
Who wants to read someone else’s navel-gazing nonsense?
How do I, or anyone else, benefit from this?
Is this how people entertained themselves before TV?