I’ve done a lot of living since 1960. I’ve written a lot, too. Thousands of legal pleadings. The thought of writing another one brings on feelings of dread. I think it’s called “burnout.” So I want to write something else; I want to write what I want to write. The title, “Fink Nation,” comes from a poem called “A Thanksgiving Prayer” by William Burroughs: “Thanks for a country where nobody’s allowed to mind their own business. Thanks for a nation of finks.”
Next to the Golden Rule, MYOB — Mind Your Own Business — is a terrific rule. We live in a time when everybody is judging everybody about stuff that is just none of their business. I find this fascinating. Minding someone else’s business seems to be a national ploy to avoid introspection and personal housekeeping, or even national housekeeping. As the great Ann Landers said, “Make somebody happy today, and mind your own business.” The somebody you make happy is very likely to be you. And everybody you know.