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Lately, I find it very hard to focus.
I opened up Reason last night, and stared at a malstrom for about 10 minutes. I had a definite plan when I opened the program, but ten minutes later, I had to close it with nothing but a miniscule sine wav chord progression to show.
I open up Vegas, and stare at the timeline for ten minutes. I had a definite plan, but ten minutes later I can't remember exactly what I was supposed to be doing, and have to exit the program.
I open my book and read a paragraph or two, then again. I still haven't concentrated on any of the words so I read them a third time. Nope, my thoughts are still drifting. I put the book down. I've read 22 pages in about a week and a half. That's normally accomplished over a cigarette or two.
I'll open up my email and just stare at unread message subjects until my eyes lose focus and I catch myself drooling slightly.
I sat here at this empty entry page for a good while before I could even write down a single thought.
It's like, I'm running through my routine on auto-pilot, but the auto-pilot has malfunctioned.
My thoughts are adrift. Floating. Serene.
Everything drifts backward and away and toward this feeling.
It's simply wonderful. Marvelous. Very hard to explain.
And it hasn't gone unnoticed. People give me the most curious looks, sideways glances... and they smile. More people have smiled at me recently than ever.
Do people really enjoy aloof, whimsical, distractable air-heads so much, or is there something else going on here?
I opened up Reason last night, and stared at a malstrom for about 10 minutes. I had a definite plan when I opened the program, but ten minutes later, I had to close it with nothing but a miniscule sine wav chord progression to show.
I open up Vegas, and stare at the timeline for ten minutes. I had a definite plan, but ten minutes later I can't remember exactly what I was supposed to be doing, and have to exit the program.
I open my book and read a paragraph or two, then again. I still haven't concentrated on any of the words so I read them a third time. Nope, my thoughts are still drifting. I put the book down. I've read 22 pages in about a week and a half. That's normally accomplished over a cigarette or two.
I'll open up my email and just stare at unread message subjects until my eyes lose focus and I catch myself drooling slightly.
I sat here at this empty entry page for a good while before I could even write down a single thought.
It's like, I'm running through my routine on auto-pilot, but the auto-pilot has malfunctioned.
My thoughts are adrift. Floating. Serene.
Everything drifts backward and away and toward this feeling.
It's simply wonderful. Marvelous. Very hard to explain.
And it hasn't gone unnoticed. People give me the most curious looks, sideways glances... and they smile. More people have smiled at me recently than ever.
Do people really enjoy aloof, whimsical, distractable air-heads so much, or is there something else going on here?