7-30-2017

I am going to try to write to myself today. That used to be almost all I did, save postal correspondence, but now it is a bit different. I read the internet, and often feel it necessary to comment on people’s writings. I would like to get away from that, but somewhere, deep down, I feel that a witty reply on my part might entice the person in question to re-think his or her claim and the world would be slightly improved.

This is rarely the case.

Other than that, the immediate satisfaction might just reside in the “zinger” that I personally do. Like shooting a lone arrow in the direction of a disliked army, it may never arrive, but the process might be satisfying...