I really missed writing in this space yesterday. I know I didn’t write for 2 weeks while my mom was ill, but I have made a habit of this. They do say that you need to do anything for 3 weeks before it becomes a habit. Let’s put it this way, and I think it was Irving Berlin who said it, ‘You’re Getting To Be A Habit With Me.’
I have come to enjoy the cathartic nature of these pieces. Obviously, what I write is not terribly self-confessional or oriented to my own life. I prefer to talk about other things and how I fit into those things. In fact, I don’t like the idea of being someone’s roadside attraction – the focus of anyone’s rubber necking. I don’t know why anyone would want to be. “Look, it’s Andre in that car…and it’s on its head.”. If that’s what it takes to be in front of everyone, I’ll pass. I don’t mind being honest, upfront and open. But that’s a far cry from volunteering all of the seedy or not-so-seedy details of my every day life. I think our need to show that much of ourselves shows an awful lot about our civilization than it does anything else.