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[11 Jan 2010|03:39am] |
This is probably not the right time to be getting introspective, since I'm coming up on my big year work-wise and am about to hit the year-long milestone of wedded bliss and whatnot. And I associate introspection with being this huge negative thing, probably because I've absorbed too much My So-Called Life and assume that thinking about things leads to the hellishness of Angela Chase-dom. But whatever! I’ve only gotten through about a fraction of my potential life experiences, ie digging myself out of the former child star grave, getting out of Rhode Island (again), bouncing around the Real World and eventually crashing and burning - a lot - were always my intended pivotal points.
As unflattering a portrait as that paints of who I am at the moment, it’s a shade better than going with the poor man’s synopsis of ‘unimaginably immature and headstrong’. It undoubtedly sounds a bit more positive than “I was/am a whiny brat who couldn’t/can’t stop speaking in the third person, ever, who made/makes everyone around me bend to my will so that I wouldn’t/won’t have anything to be deeply and implausibly depressed over.”
So that this can be considered an actual blog and not a drawn-out examination of my personality and/or the twists and turns of my life (I haven’t got one/there are none), I’ve been having excessive trouble with picking and choosing what I want to do on my long list of goal-shaped things over this coming year. In short, I’ve come to realize that verbosity doesn’t always equate itself with being prolific.
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