Resolution. Write. I have more resolutions that I won’t achieve, so I won’t waste words putting them down. The focus is on this one. For a while I’ve considered merging my Facebook quotes project to my much-neglected blog. Part of accomplishing nothing well is spending hours trolling for a quote for the day and an image to accompany it. I don’t look for the quotes for anyone but me. I don’t care if anyone likes them or not. This quote seems like a good starting point because ego is what drove me to start the quote project on Facebook. It is a way of being present while not exposing my life. Nor was starting the blog was ego driven. It was supposed to be a place to encourage me to write daily about something, anything. I honestly don’t care if anyone ever reads what I write. So, why not start with Salinger?
“I’m just sick of ego, ego, ego. My own and everybody else’s. I’m sick of everybody that wants to get somewhere, do something distinguished and all, be somebody interesting. It’s disgusting.” – J. D. Salinger from Franny and Zooey
Early on I tired of the Facebook platform for bragging and cultivating envy. Look at what I’ve eaten. What I made for dinner. At my clever children. At my adorable pets. At my vacation. At my amazing relationship. At how my life is so much more fabulous and worth living than yours. Look at all my selfies. Me. Me. Me. The post that ultimately pushed me into my blog this year was a list of every book one friend read in 2016. I didn’t mind the top six, which he recommended. That seems like a worthy share, but listing the 49 others read along with which book awards each won seemed excessive and obnoxious. I know this person has more depth, but one would never be able to ascertain that from his Facebook posts.
I’ve been guilty of braggart posts as well. When I make a post that seems ego driven, I always suffer from posting remorse later. For as extroverted as I can be, I actually despise public recognition in most every fashion. Too many people now are looking for the trophies, which are now dished out to just about every participant. What happened to being satisfied to do things for personal growth and reward? I even dislike it when people clap at the end of anything other than a theatrical or musical performance. Do what you do and be pleased with the work you’ve done. If you can’t do that, then at least spare the rest of us from having to pile on the accolades.