It’s been a while. Honestly, I was ready to post that I was shutting down the site and moving on to other pursuits. While I’ve written a lot in my head, I’ve come to the conclusion that it’s probably a really good thing none of it ended up on paper.
Writing memoirs about how screwed up your family / life / job / fill in the blank is has definitely become a thing lately. After reading a few, I thought, how cathartic would that be! In reality, it’s more like, you don’t get it because you weren’t there and, if you were, you probably have a totally different perspective on how things went down. I think the appeal of reading about others’ issues is highlighted by Tolstoy’s observation about families, “All happy families resemble one another, but each unhappy family is unhappy in its own way.” People from happy families read memoirs and think, “Oh my, I can’t believe that could happen to someone.” Some of us read and think, “Yeah. I get it. Here’s my version.”
Even putting a humorous spin on life crap sometimes isn’t worth it. Once it’s out, in writing, you can’t take it back. This meme kind of shut down any thoughts of posting a lot of what was in my head: