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I have blogger’s remorse.

Suddenly I understand the desire to pull it all down and retreat to a quiet place.

I feel this odd sense of shame and embarrassment, a sort of cringe when I think about what I’m doing here. What am I doing here? Why do I imagine that what I think or say has any import? And then, of course, these questions in themselves make me cringe even more.


I guess it’s just natural. I wonder if it’s been identified in the DSM, what, four? five?


I’m sure there’ll be a pill I can take for it soon.