You don't think I am just going to sit here and type in descriptive and self-gratifying facts about my life in this space. As IF it were some kind of PERSONAL ad. This would only happen if a nun or priest held a gun to my head and threatened to send me to paradise if I didn't religiously recite all of my virtues and vices... right her.. on this screen... with perfect punctuation and non of the many dots and dashes that usually punctuate my writing on-line. I would b fired if I tried out this style on my work emails and compositions.Now I am just also too distracted by the sound of a chain saw outside my house at 11 pm at night to really compose anything that could be categorized as informational or descriptive.Besides I think the free association part of my brain has been pent up far too long - for reasons that will certainly not be included in this "about me."After all - isn't it all "about me." I me come on - we may PRETEND that we are some how aware of others' feeling and thoughts and experiences. I do believe in empathy. But even empathetic feelings have an "about me" dimention to them. These feelings all stem from this movie vision that is constantly running through my eyes with feeds into my brain and central nervous system. And the empathetic thing is usually only a side line impulse. I mean I do feel it when I see a kid fall and tumble head first on a track after hitting the last hurdle in a 300 meter race. But it is still all happening in MY movie.So it is all about me.About me.How can I possibly describe this view so that others can understand what it is like to be me.I think this is a fruitless effort.
