Shameless

(Reading "The Cult of the Amateur" by Andrew Keen.

Quote: "We are blogging with monkey like shamelessness about our private lives, our sex lives, our dream lives, our lack of lives, our Second Lives")

Yesterday and today, and much of the day before yesterday, I spent my time moping around, indulging in unending monologues directed at people who had made my life a mess. Life  is not good, actually, whatever the impression I give. When I feel in the right mood, I can find scores of people who have failed me, betrayed me, misused my trust.

But as Homer Simpson (my new guru) says, "It takes two to lie. One to lie and one to listen."

This might sound uncaring and callous if you take pride in being a victim, but you have some responsibility in getting yourself screwed. 

I would love to blog about my other lives, but alas, even if I can excavate shamelessness from the depths of my subconscious or unconscious or whatever, there is nothing interesting about it.

That is another sad fact.

Not only you are screwed, you realise you are a bore- there is nothing interesting in your life, in what you do, in what you are.

For this, there is no one to blame but yourself: you are the one that screwed up.