I’m somewhat conflicted about this. I enjoy this stuff, but I’m probably not going to contribute. Writing personal stories always feels like narcissism, and I’m very unsure if I’m ever creating anything of value with it.
Also, I’m actually quite boring as a person, and reading about others is a decent substitute for having an interesting life. It substantially reduces my need to be awesome, at least in some areas. I’m not sure if this bothers me, as it also removes all the hard work, so I might actually be better off. For a simple example, I feel Reddit has pretty much covered my need to own a cat, without having to care for one. This seems like a good deal. I’m not sure how strong this substitution is, or if its good on net.
Writing personal stories always feels like narcissism, and I’m very unsure if I’m ever creating anything of value with it.
I’m going to narcicassate myself by indicating I agree. My senior year of high school we did a Memory Book project where we gather photos of trips and write essays about our lives thus far. Mine was mostly just essays because not many photos of me exist. I ended up with a C because I cut up all the family photos of me that my parents had and went through all the pics my friends owned as well and only had enough photos for half a book.
I’m somewhat conflicted about this. I enjoy this stuff, but I’m probably not going to contribute. Writing personal stories always feels like narcissism, and I’m very unsure if I’m ever creating anything of value with it.
Also, I’m actually quite boring as a person, and reading about others is a decent substitute for having an interesting life. It substantially reduces my need to be awesome, at least in some areas. I’m not sure if this bothers me, as it also removes all the hard work, so I might actually be better off. For a simple example, I feel Reddit has pretty much covered my need to own a cat, without having to care for one. This seems like a good deal. I’m not sure how strong this substitution is, or if its good on net.
I’m going to narcicassate myself by indicating I agree. My senior year of high school we did a Memory Book project where we gather photos of trips and write essays about our lives thus far. Mine was mostly just essays because not many photos of me exist. I ended up with a C because I cut up all the family photos of me that my parents had and went through all the pics my friends owned as well and only had enough photos for half a book.