This morning, I was too lazy to pack a lunch before I left for work. “Fuck that noise,” said I. “It’s Friday and I’m gonna treat myself to McDonalds.”
On my way to indulge this midday craving, some kid in a pick-up truck decided that waiting for an economy sized sedan to pass through the intersection before making his left turn was just too unbearable, so he did what any impatient jackass teenager would do and plowed into my vehicle. Now I am without a car for a couple of weeks. My office is easy walking distance from my apartment, so this won’t inconvenience me half as much as it would most people. No big deal. But I expect to be housebound for much of this weekend, and maybe next weekend, too.
Rather than pass the time generating one idiotic blog post after another, I’ve decided to challenge myself with parameters. Most blogs are by their very nature extremely self-indulgent. Hopefully, the fact that I often choose to pontificate about philosophy and physics and politics and pop culture counteracts some of my other posts whose upshot is some variation on “woe is me” or “hurray for me!” But since I’ve got some time on my hands, I now want to challenge myself even further in that direction. I am going to attempt, in my next post, to compose the entire thing without once using the words I, me, mine, my, Paul, or any variation thereof.
Will the eschewing of first person references make for a more compelling article? Or will it sound lifeless and read like a text book, regardless of the subject matter I choose? Dunno. We shall see if a voice that refuses to identify its source has the ability to entertain. I’ve been wanting to experiment with something like this ever since reading “Quantum Psychology” by Robert Anton Wilson. That entire 200+ page book was written without once using “essence” words such as is, be, are, am, was, etc., and was therefore a much taller order to accomplish than what I’m proposing for myself here.
I’d be interested in your honest feedback after I publish the results of this self-challenge. If the general consensus is that it’s still readable and entertaining without first person interjections, perhaps I’ll utilize that method more often. But even if the consensus is that it’s about as interesting as watching flies fuck, it still will have been good practice in ego negation, like literary Dzogchen.
Moral: Just pack yer damn lunch, you lazy schmuck.