At least 20% of my website is devoted to me and this is the least read, least like section of my site. It’s wild and offensive and boring.
I know.
Sadly, the narcissistic supply I get from writing about myself and obsessing about myself and crying about myself gives me the energy to do the good work.
Freud supposedly says we’re motivated by sex. Maybe lesser men than me. My drives all come from God and Torah.
I ran into a friend on Shabbos who was down in the dumps because he was not writing well.
"I do my best work when I’m feeling angry and isolated," I said. "How about you?"
"No. I do my best work when I’m happy."
I don’t get that. If you’re happy, then why would you pour yourself out on your computer? If you can have happy meaningful interactions with real people, why spend time writing? if I could connect with people in real life, I wouldn’t strive so hard to connect with them via my blog.
