There was a reason why I started with the whole ‘you’ thing. That’s the ‘you’ that is the other half of me, not the ‘you’ reading this thing. I’ll just wait while everyone’s eyes uncross, shall I?
The point was to ensure that the whole thing didn’t just devolve into completely self indulgent navel gazing. I thought it would be a good idea to put a bit of distance between myself and what I was writing about, which was mostly myself.
I never claimed not to be self absorbed.
I also quite enjoyed the discipline of getting all my pronouns to agree.
I worry that if I ever gave it a rest, I would then start beginning every sentence with ‘I think’, writing about the funny look the bus driver gave me this morning and whether or not it means something, or giving five minute updates on precisely which shade of happy I am today, and really then the only thing to do would be to please just shoot me at once.
So it stays.