Starting and stopping is something I do a lot. I could make a list, will make a list, of all the things I have started and stopped in my life. But not now. Now I want to take up where I left off when I stopped writing the Burial of Mickey Mouse some time back in....never mind. Saying when I stopped would only add to my already overstuffed basement of guilt. Promoters of the love-yourself lifestyle insist that guilt is really really bad and that you must forgive yourself for all the bad you did and the good you didn't do. Well, you know what? I love myself devotedly, faithfully, but I also hang on to my guilts because they are very useful. If you're too comfortable you never get out of bed in the morning. Guilts are uncomfortable, they force you to ask questions about how you act, which may be completely contrary to who you think you are. You see yourself in your mind, others see you in your actions. Guilt comes along when you notice the discrepancy between what you think and what you do, or don't do, and noticing is what matters because if you don't notice you never change.
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