I Promote My Own Self-hatred.

Nothing Wrong With Changing Your Mind. That's A Very Unwaffling Thing To Say: "nothing Wrong..." Who Am I To Say That There's Nothing Wrong With It? Maybe Something Is Wrong With Changing Your Mind. Anyway, Love Is Very, Very Difficult. I Love. But Probably Because I Hate Myself On Some Deep, Sick Level, It Makes Loving Difficult. But I Do Try.

I Am Always The Source Of The Worst Rumors About Myself.

Unfortunately, I'm One Of Those Idiots Who Knows Everything About Health And Is In A Constant State Of Alarm, And Yet I Continue To Do Everything I Shouldn't Do.

Some Ego Is Involved Because I Guess One Wants To Be Perceived As A Good Clown And One Puts One's Name On The Art; But It's So Hard To Do Anything In Life, Trapped As We Are In Our Bodies, That Is Purely Selfless For Others... Somehow The Self Is Always Involved.

I'm Also Not Sure That I Look Up To Others As Knowing What The Hell Is Going On, Except Maybe Andre Agassi, Who, When I Interviewed Him, While Covering The U.s. Open, Seemed To Know What Was Going On. My Basic Assumption Is That We're All Confused All The Time. Some People Do Act More Confident, Though. Maybe They Aren't Confused. I Am. I'm Confused.