Introspexis II
Yesterday evening, I had to read a book from the 17th century for my exam. I read on happily, background facts pouring from my mind with every sentence, and after four pages I felt reassured. And now, just a few minutes ago, I hummed happily to myself at the prospect of reading german type again when I accompany my mother to her physiotherapy.
Odd. Decidedly odd. But maybe like the other incident it shows that maybe, I really do have an aptitude for this stuff?
Dzz.
And what about the oddity of sharing unimportant facts with my flist and boring them to tears?
Memo to myself: Don't try to catch attention so much. The insight that you are an attention-whore won't do any good if you don't act about it and try to make amendments. /end memo
Odd. Decidedly odd. But maybe like the other incident it shows that maybe, I really do have an aptitude for this stuff?
Dzz.
And what about the oddity of sharing unimportant facts with my flist and boring them to tears?
Memo to myself: Don't try to catch attention so much. The insight that you are an attention-whore won't do any good if you don't act about it and try to make amendments. /end memo