This is too embarrassing to speak about, but speak about it I must. It’s too unfunny not to speak about it. So maybe I shouldn’t. Maybe I won’t. There’s certainly no shame in that. Lots of shame everywhere else. When you wake up in the morning and realize you have gained shame from the previous day, and the day before that, and the weight of the shame leads you to hate yourself … I can’t think of any self-help books that would tell you that it is healthy to begin the day with a proper amount of self-hatred and shame. And I don’t think it would be healthy for me to write one.

Maybe I won’t

But actually, if I was able to write a book, period, even a self-help guide to manifesting shame … not that I nor anyone would or should write such a book … but writing a guide to shame and getting it edited, proofread and published … how could I or anyone feel shame about that? Maybe writing an entire guide to shame and publishing it and selling it … how could I or anyone not feel a sense of pride about that. Using the topic of shame as a vehicle for annihilating shame.