I read 'The Crossroads of Should and Must' and it made me roll my eyes so hard that they fell out of my head so now I 'm sat here writing without eyes or blind drunk drinking whisky in my underwear and questioning my life choices; it 's toug to say really.I was excited to ead another autobiograph.
But the more I ead this les I fee like I was missing anythin because it just eemed to state the bleeding obvious ad nauseam.I keep thinking I should write snotty and sarcastic self-help books for people as bored, angry, cynical and jaded as I am but I ’ m afraid that only I would buy them.
How about The Crossroads of 'Well, duh!' and 'No Fucking Shit? 'After saving as much as I ould I recently quit the 'should' of my job to pursue the 'must' of travel and writing.
As I writ it I kept thinking: " his is a blog post, not this ook. " There 's too little how-to advice, lots of padding, and practicall nothing new of substance here that was n't already covered by the original post.Maybe it 's because I did n't allud to the historia 's personal story — if you can afford to rent a space in San Francisco in which to paint then you do n't exactly have a problem — but that does n't seem fair.
I hoped to love his ook but my own navigation of the crossroads has n't gone so well.