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Tue, Mar. 30th, 2004 01:15 am
Yet Another Day

I love my life. I don't know why, but I really do think I'm really having a good time of this mortal coil. I can't remember the last time I was upset about something for more than a few hours. I wonder if I'm just disconnected with reality, because many of the people I know seem to find something to complain about in their lives, or have excessively troublesome or chronic problems. I don't; my biggest problem is being unemployed, and with any luck, the problem will be gone in days.

I have, however, found my philosophical tendencies tested in the past few weeks. I am, or I try to be, a balls-to-the-walls, damn-the-torpedoes, I'm-ready-for-the-big-time-is-it-ready-for-me kind of guy. However, when push really comes to shove, when life throws up a box labeled "You cannot undo this operation. Are you sure you want to continue?", I waver, and sometimes don't push "Yes" immediately. In fact, sometimes I don't push "Yes" at all -- life removes the box and continues crunching along, calculating the question to the answer. So I go back to chasing dreams, writing code, playing games, and watching for Vogons. Does anybody else experience this sort of thing? Drop a comment if you do. Not that it'll change anything, but it'd be nice to know.

Current Mood: happy happy
Current Music: Don McLean - Everybody Loves Me Baby

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sirroxton
sirroxton
Adam Augusta
Tue, Mar. 30th, 2004 07:07 am (UTC)

Somehow our personalities and behaviors always seem to evade the outline of the description that we have used to describe ourselves, no matter how painstaking, meticulous, and objective the descriptive process has been.

Character is having the self-discipline to carry out a promise, even if that promise you made was based on a flawed assumption of how you "work." After fulfilling said promise, the wise man never makes a similar promise again. :)

I know I don't meet all the standards I set for myself. I think that's partly what friends are for; they recognize what you want to be/do, and they encourage you to accomplish those things, where without them you may have fallen short of the mark. In my mind, this is one of the strongest definitions of intimacy. It's also probably the best argument for not hanging out with potheads, no matter how open-minded and "enlightened" they are. Being a real friend is a real responsibility.

-Adam


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verrucaria
verrucaria
E. Z.
Tue, Mar. 30th, 2004 11:11 am (UTC)

No, dear. Friends are here to believe the lies we tell about ourselves.


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silvermaeve
silvermaeve
Cess
Tue, Mar. 30th, 2004 08:18 am (UTC)

I think everyone does


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taranhero
taranhero
Taran
Tue, Mar. 30th, 2004 08:55 am (UTC)

Does anybody else experience this sort of thing? Drop a comment if you do.

You already know I'm much worse than you in that respect.


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