Navel-gazing. A pejorative term used to describe someone who is preoccupied with self-reflection and the understanding of oneself; preoccupation with attempts at understanding the psychological and/or existential meaning of the self. (Urban Dictionary)
Ever since I said my blog is a place for navel-gazing, several people have asked me what I mean by “navel-gazing.” I thought this was a commonly known term, but maybe it’s not. It’s an idiom, of course—I’m not literally gazing at my navel (that would be omphaloskepsis). That would be pretty boring, since I have no navel piercings and therefore no interesting jewelry to grace them if I did.
The attempt to understand “the psychology and/or existential meaning of the self” can be pretty boring, too—at least for everyone but the self who is self-reflecting ... unless the self-reflector is a skilled and interesting writer, which I try to be occasionally. So we’ll see how that works.
So far, it hasn’t worked so well because I’ve had little time for an online life over the past few weeks, and even less time for self-reflection. Plus, I've been down-in-the-dumps depressed for days, which is never a good condition for blogging (or self-reflection).
That’s about it for now. I just wanted to post something so you, dear readers, did not think I’d quit blogging yet again.
Have a lovely Thursday!