It is important, I think, to be post often, in a regular fashion, about topics that are important to you.
This is not to say that regular posting will entice readers. No, it is more to cultivate a habit of frequent and regular self-examination. To constantly inquire: What do I think about that? Why do I think this about that? How is my thinking flawed, or deep, or shallow, or insightful?
And that is the name of this Rupert game. Self-discovery. Self-examination. Self-criticism.
The three pilars of a well-examined life and the foundation of personal growth.
For how do you grow without challenging yourself and your most fundamental beliefs? Your thoughts will get stuck in the cement of certainty and you'll become a curmudgeon, half-sister to the cur with a mudgeon of self-righteousness.
No growth potential there.
Of course, there's always the question of why one would want to grow. Why not rest and snuggle down in the warm seas of stasis? Why not accept what is and go on with it?
Hmmm. Why indeed? Dunno.
Self-improvement can seem so bourgeois and petty, don't you think? So 20th century, narcistic hippie-turned-old-boomer, maybe? A tad self-indulgent and aren't-I-the-centre-of-the-universe type of thing? Is that what the Xs, Ys, Zs and Omegas see when they survey the social landscape? Should I care? Do I care?
Nope. Not a wit. Not my job.
Besides, what have they -- the Xs, the Ys, and the whole roiling alphabet of youth -- done for me lately? Except make ignorant assumptions about my life, insult my being, threaten my future and generally piss me off. (I note some anger there, and I wonder why. Subject of another post perhaps.) But life's cruel, and they really owe me nothing. Which is probably twice as much as I owe them.
So onward and upward, you self-identifying, self-obsessive boomer Rupert.
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