I've said it all.
Or rather, I've said what I thought was most pressing, and now my brain is largely preoccupied with random thoughts about my fear that my feet are odd-looking. My grand philosophy of catastrophizing has been elaborated and then made elaborate and public. Some relevant posts followed. To what am I to turn now for inspiration?
If I actually managed to set some kind of standard with the original posts, then I am in danger of violating it with any subsequent Musings ("Musings" is one of the words that must always be capitalized. So too is [the] Catastrophizer. And "So Too Is" also, really). If my Early Works (another example) were in fact disappointing even to those readers who had no expectations, then I suppose I could simply content myself with maintaining that questionable momentum.
I feel as though my thoughts are less clear now, but it's entirely possible there is little or no connection between my instincts and the actual quality of what I produce. A feeling of haziness might indeed indicate that I'm zipping along mentally from the perspective of someone else. A restful, smug sense of accomplishment, by contrast, might be associated by a non-Catastrophizer only with vague and sluggish ramblings.
But how will I know, really, whether my posts have been successful? How would success even be judged? It's surely a possibility that someone I would think is mentally deficient will think this is the best site since that other one by that new mom. And that someone I feel grudging respect for will believe, based on a reading of my posts, that I myself am mentally deficient.
So what am I to do? How am I to judge anything at all, come to think of it? I certainly can't trust myself, because I'm the one who wrote those other posts, and they're clearly garbage.