My first blog post

I hate blogs. Blogs are blatant narcissistic dramatic self-seeking venues for people that can’t find meaning outside of the attention/approval of others. I hate them and what they represent: a society who’s sole purpose is self-fulfillment, an oxymoron for morons. True meaning and purpose lie outside of ourselves. It is found in being a giver, a lover, a friend. The self-absorbed masses don’t understand why they can’t get a leg up. It’s hard to go anywhere when you can’t stop looking at yourself. The problem with therapy is it’s focus on the internal being. That’s part of why I dropped psychology after my master’s degree. It made me sick to my stomach: both the focus on the self and the thought that thinking more thoughtfully and thoroughly about your thoughts is actually therapeutic. Do you want to be happy? Quit thinking about your fucking self for a while and do something for someone. If I ever go back to pursuing psychology that will be my bent…helping people quit thinking about themselves. That’s my solution to the world’s problems. Maybe that’s why it’s he second commandment.

So why the hell did I start a blog? I’m not sure really. I have a lot of things in my head that I don’t know where to put them….and no one stands there long enough for me to finish the thuoght. My partner started one. My bud started one. I like it. It helps them keep in touch with friends. It’s part of our culture now. IT’S FUN. And it lets me think about myself for a little while, which is selfish, narcissistic…and on a small scale, really ok, dontchathink? After all, it is part of the second commandment.