abdominal ocular lock (a.k.a. naval gazing)
I feel like my life is either nonstop or full stop. There's no steady-as-she-goes middle ground. I'd like to be chugging along at a cozy little pace, only *slightly* ever speeding up or slowing down, just for variety. I'm not sure why I can't manage that.
Part of it is that I'm adjusting to the other bipedal member of my household having a different style than mine. I'm influenced and affected by that largely because of the cohabitating. I've never done this before. I don't know if it's a normal thing for me in this kind of situation.
I have two solid decades of experience doing it the other way. It's like I *USED TO* know myself inside and out, backward and forward, but now I'm an entirely new creature. Sure that sounds great and exciting on paper, but it's kinda like that first time on roller skates ... or trying to write with your other hand.
Aphasia of self-knowledge.
Part of it is that I'm adjusting to the other bipedal member of my household having a different style than mine. I'm influenced and affected by that largely because of the cohabitating. I've never done this before. I don't know if it's a normal thing for me in this kind of situation.
I have two solid decades of experience doing it the other way. It's like I *USED TO* know myself inside and out, backward and forward, but now I'm an entirely new creature. Sure that sounds great and exciting on paper, but it's kinda like that first time on roller skates ... or trying to write with your other hand.
Aphasia of self-knowledge.