“Iâm gonna go with my normal policy that applies to someoneâs story of personal trauma and leave a star rating off this one because itâs sort of hard to feel like youâre not rating what the person went through.
This memoir addresses something a lot of us struggle with: whatâs the point? If Iâm a person who writes dumb books (finally something I can speak on with authority!), when something big and serious happens in life, it really knocks you down a notch. It makes what you do feel really pointless.
And thatâs where Paul Dini was at: after a personal trauma, itâs like, âWhat am I doing writing Batman cartoons?â
Itâs not like being a builder where you take your kids to a building and youâre like âI built this shit, you ungrateful bastards.â Iâm not sure who Iâm calling ungrateful, my kids or the people in the building, but whatever.
When you do something silly or frivolous, you have your days where you doubt, well, the entire course of your life.
If I was a doctor, surely Iâd have really helped someone by now. Or maybe not a doctor, just like someone who came up with a pretty good workout machine or something.
Iâm not here to tell you youâre wrong to have those thoughts. But weâve all got our levels. Iâm not going to save someoneâs life with my bullshit, but that was never the goal. Itâs more about making someone elseâs life suck a little less because THEY arenât a doctor. They get down, feel like their life is worthless, then maybe get a laugh from something I did.
Doesnât save their life. But hell, you donât wanna be a doctor anyway. Those guys are assholes.”