A visit with my younger self: 23 October 1988

Another stunning display of youthful insipidness masquerading as depth this week.

When I interpret someone’s actions, I tend to interpret them in the manner most favorable to me. Does this apply to literature? Perhaps a story is here to be found (BusSongs?).

I do wonder if there was something in my life that triggered this reflection. Most of what I can recall of my life at this point was my emotional downward spiral triggered not least because of my failures at obtaining any sort of love life. It is charming to see that I still had hopes of finishing the novel I’d started in high school at this point.