Solipsisms

It is not without some irony that I venture into blog writing, having complained about those who complain and finding when left to my own devices, complaining is what often comes out of me.

But artful complaints, acute in their observations, and sincere in their (titular...?) incredulousnesses. When I get worked up over something, it's worth my time to be angry.

My time. And now, here it is for you (the reader) to observe, balance on the palate of your considerations, roll around on the tongue of your judgments, and swallow or spit out at your discretion. Your time.

It seems inherently solipsistic to write about my life as if it is important enough to merit the idea that others might find value in it as well.

And even more so to be cheeky enough to point this out in the very first thing anyone (the reader) knows about the idea man thinking up all the stuff on this page. The only truth comes through the self. Self is formed through interactions with the world. To interact with the world is to suffer. To suffer is to have reason to complain.

"I had some friends over last night and we all stayed up talking till really late. By the time we were too tired to keep it up and they had all gone home, I felt cared for and satisfied in a way that only happens with the deepest and truest personal connections. I slept like a baby. So, I don't think I agree with you at all. Actually, I'm not sure you are even using the word 'solipsism' correctly."

Yeah, well, I think you should work out the kinks of any definitions that are giving you problems. I wouldn't want burden your mind with any narcoleptic inconsistencies.

Some people should just keep it to themselves until they get home and can put it all down in their blog.