I Love Me, I Love Me Not

I vacillate through life regarding myself alternately with loathing and pride. It’s a see-saw of self-deprecation and self-adoration: I love me, I love me not.

Ugliness spews forth from my mouth like fire from a dragon, and I mentally flagellate myself like some kind of ancient monk. I write something I’m particularly proud of, and I’m a modern-day Steinbeck. I regard the (more…)