I should have listend to myself long ago; and JD Salinger too

When J.D. Salinger died last year a lot of time was spent discussing how reclusive he was. There was one interview he gave  - the most recent recorded was I believe in 1969 - where he answered a question about why he had not published anything since "Catcher In The Rye" - (I'm paraphrasing now because I'm too lazy to look it up)

If you publish, then people think you owe them something. Not publishing is much more satisfying personally, because it belongs to you alone

I've spent most of my life alone, so I thought publishing would be a nice way to find common ground and some encouraging feedback. A few people - maybe a half-dozen or so - have commented in the past and suggested that I was a good writer. Every one of those people, when it came time for me to write something to them or about them, turned on me and made it quite clear that whatever skill I had as a writer were washed away by my capacity to be an insufferable asshole.

So be it.

I think this is the post where I set my life straight on a few things:

Whether or not anyone agrees with my point of view, my life still belongs to me. I see clearly with my eyes, I hear fairly well with my ears - I absorb a lot from my world. I react to it. I am a product of my world. I did not become the person that I am while living sequestered, in seclusion and isolation, on some distant island or world.

Cogito, Ergo Sum - I think, therefore I am.