That which hasn't killed me has weakened me to the point of ineffectuality.
One definition of insanity is to try the same thing over and over again and expect different results. In that same vein I am starting another blog, even though my other blog has a global readership of exactly "no one" and blogs are passé anyway.
I thought I would take a more focused approach to the content of this blog. The practice of writing whatever happens to be in my head at the time has proved to be a losing proposition, so I've decided to narrow the entries here to describing some of the misadventures I've gone through in my forty-some-odd years of life. ("Misadventure" is the whimsical name you give your mistakes, cock-ups, debacles and bad days when describing them to other people after the fact while "fucking mess" usually best describes them when you're actually going through the shit.)
My life could easily be viewed—and has been described by others—as a series of one bad choice after another. The dead hand of unresolved psychological issues and unfulfilled emotional need frequently pushes me into impulsive, ill-advised acts and acting out. I don't learn from my mistakes, and I don't critically evaluate my past behavior and its consequences in order to apply good judgment to future behavior. Hopefully my personal and professional losses will be the internet's gain.