The Answer to all My Writing Woes

I just figured it out. Can you believe that? What great fortune! On a particularly magical Saturday morning, with crisp and windy fall-like air blowing through my house (which is currently stacked with boxes of old books from my grandma's house, now for sale) it just came to me: The Truth. That's the answer. All I have to do is say the truth about what I think and feel, and my work is done. Reporting the truth of events has never been a problem for me at all, but deciding how I felt about such realities---which position was most morally correct, psychologically healthy, likely to promote future growth in a positive direction---this problem has kept me largely stymied for years. I didn't want to be one of the bad guys, be a loser, lead someone astray, be a poor role model, get it wrong. How simple it all is now, though, by simply removing the word "decide" from the how I feel part of things. Eureka is not too strong a word.

Fuck 'em if how I feel, what I think, at any particular given moment that I happen to write such things down isn't the smartest, sanest, or kindest angle to take. It doesn't seal me in concrete to the position, I can always change my mind later. So.