Random ramblings of a mind damaged by years of disuse and abuse. Also a place to go to be bored to tears.
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Words to live by...
"How beautiful it is to do nothing, and to rest afterward."
(The right to looseness has been officially given)
"Everyone carries a part of society on his shoulders," wrote Ludwig von Mises, "no one is relieved of his share of responsibility by others. And no one can find a safe way for himself if society is sweeping towards destruction. Therefore everyone, in his own interest, must thrust himself vigorously into the intellectual battle."
Apparently, the crossword puzzle that disappeared from the blog, came back.
Tuesday, July 10, 2012
Who? I don't recall him at all
Well, obviously I am remiss. I posted nothing on Monday. Why is that, you ask? Chalk it up to laziness with a touch of indifference tossed in. Or maybe it's the other way around. Doesn't much matter, the result is the same.
I have written over 1100 posts. The vast majority have been truly forgettable. A rare few entertaining. It is, after all, the theme of my life.
Mediocrity is what I have achieved over the years, much to the disappointment of some of my teachers I am sure... if they know... which I am sure they don't. I was always highly unmemorable. I may have striven for that.
When I was very young, I was conditioned to desire anonymity. I wanted to go unnoticed. I became successful at it. So successful that I became invisible at restaurants and department store counters. I would go into a restaurant, be escorted to a table, and only see waiters in passing... passing by my table, that is. I would be ignored. At times, it could be embarrassing, mostly it was just annoying.
Why was I conditioned to desire anonymity? Because attention usually resulted in humiliation or embarrassment. After all, I had an older brother with a sadistic streak. Any faux pas on my part would be amplified and remembered and relived again and again. After awhile, the idea of recognition induces great anxiety.
My childhood friends would crave recognition, even notoriety, while I would wish only to fade into the background. While they wished for fame and fortune, I wished for only fortune and, if that would bring fame, I would eschew fortune too. I became adept at that. I have an uncanny knack for overlooking or missing opportunities.
And so I missed a post on Monday. I wanted to be honest about it. I could have said the "dog ate my post draft" but other bloggers know that cannot happen and, besides, I don't even have a dog.