Forging Ahead at Your Expense

I swear I have been trying to write more regularly. After all, I’ll never be a writer if I don’t write…right? The problem is that I have a conscience. If I don’t have something bashing its way out of my brain, demanding to be written I simply don’t write. Why is this a matter of conscience you ask?

Well, it seems to me to be…rude maybe, to write something that you are absolutely certain isn’t the least bit interesting to anyone. If it isn’t rude, it is at the very least, incredibly self-indulgent. I mean, what could possibly be more self-indulgent than writing, as I am right now, for absolutely no other reason than to write. Ok, technically it’s not indulgent of anything until I publish it to the web, but I know I will, so there you go.

Can you forgive me?

In other news, the Oregon State Supreme Court upheld that state’s assisted-by-a-doctor suicide law. I understand the theoretical implications of allowing doctors to perform this service, but is there really a good reason for assisted suicide to be illegal? Are we really that worried about euthanasia turning into a Fox Special Report; When Good Docs Go Bad TV episode?

Do we not have ultimate control over our very lives and therefore, our deaths? What is more personal than one’s own death? I’d say that by definition, nothing is more personal than that.