That time of year

Apr 01, 2009 15:25

I am at a good stage of sickness. I feel well enough to risk doing more than shuffling around timidly. If I had a better reign over my allergies, I would even tempt going for modestly vigorous bike ride. However, instead, I will take the car (which is literally coated in pollen) and get it washed.

Today, I overcame a regular anxiety. This is the trepidation that I develop when faced with a task that is just outside my knowledge base. While not outwardly afraid, I often wonder if I may never sort out a way to achieve my intended goal. Despite this consistent pessimism, I eventually start to feel a build up of momentum. The resistive forces of unknown factors lessen. And, in the end, I reach a milestone which basks me in a glow of dopamine; I am returned to my usual, unconcerned self.

I give up on Modest Mouse. For years, I have heard of them, in that tone that seems to say that I have been missing out on something special. Last year, I decided to give them a go, and I added one of their albums to my collection. I did not have any special expectations, and thought little of my lack of enthusiasm, as I listened to them. However, given the passing of time, I still find them just as disinteresting as always. I trust they are a reliable band, but I will not be giving them another listening chance for quite some time.

allergies, fear, music

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