Hello again, Loyal Readers — all six of you! How’ve you been? It’s been a while. I’ve been busy. But now that I have a lazy weekend ahead, I feel it would be a good time to resettle this blog and share a few things with you, if only for clarification.
This is what this blog is for. I recall, when I started it, I promised I would explain the ever-puzzling ‘Meaning o’ Life.’ And I did that at some point, way back when… you’ll just have to dig around in the back stacks for it. For now, here is some more Truth (as defined by me, so… yeah, take that with a grain of salt or a shot of whiskey).
Do we choose what our interests are, or are our interests the product of our experiences? Or are we just hard-wired with a preprogrammed attraction to certain topics? I have no idea. And that is not the topic of this post. This post is about my problem. And my problem, as I have recently come to realize, is largely due to my interests. Read this one. It’s weird, and it’s personal.
