No, not anything personal, or anything happening to me. Just something that occurred to me while I was taking a dump.
I really don't like those feelgood, selfapproval books. I'm sure they work wonders for people (though my cynical mind says that they probably work best of all for the authors and the publishers), but they're certainly not good for me.
But what would be? Like I said, and you've almost certainly noticed from my writing, there's a golden streak of cynicism threaded through me. The best remedy for feeling bad about myself is, oddly, self-pity; I can't do it for long before I find myself absurd, and break out of it with wry laughter.
So perhaps I, and people like me, need feel-BAD books. Ones that so overplay the grimness of life and the uselessness of the self that one rebels against them into renewed joy.
"The Little Book of Self-Loathing" "Everything You Do Is Wrong" "How To Lose Friends and Irritate People" "Out of Light, Darkness" "You CAN'T Do It!"
*grin* Think there's a market?
Edit: And, of course, to accompany The Tao of Pooh and The Te of Piglet, I propose The Bah of Eeyore.
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