grey matter graphing
I used to think I was good at improvising.
But I think all of my improvisation has been along lines of ideas I have already thought of. Maybe with an idea of what might happen, I could formulate several things to riff on. But what if someone throws a kink into things. I'd like to think my wit is quick enough and my demeanor genuine enough than I could easily establish an rapport with someone.
But why is it, that in certain situations, I can't roll with the punches? Or the situations where I've only anticipated the absolute worst and absolute best, and completely ignored the infinite middle?
Is Mr. Extreme thinking of running his life in the middle?\\
Maybe, I need someone to tell me how to do things?
But, as I was remarking to FFF CJ, I think I don't follow other peoples arbitrary guidelines. I only follow my own arbitrary guidelines. Maybe someone should convince me that the best arbitrary guidelines came from me, so I would do them and prosper.
Maybe I should stop sucking this October air.
Things seem smaller in the backseat. Don't sing everything you dream.
I want to go as far as planets go, cause love = zero.
But I think all of my improvisation has been along lines of ideas I have already thought of. Maybe with an idea of what might happen, I could formulate several things to riff on. But what if someone throws a kink into things. I'd like to think my wit is quick enough and my demeanor genuine enough than I could easily establish an rapport with someone.
But why is it, that in certain situations, I can't roll with the punches? Or the situations where I've only anticipated the absolute worst and absolute best, and completely ignored the infinite middle?
Is Mr. Extreme thinking of running his life in the middle?\\
Maybe, I need someone to tell me how to do things?
But, as I was remarking to FFF CJ, I think I don't follow other peoples arbitrary guidelines. I only follow my own arbitrary guidelines. Maybe someone should convince me that the best arbitrary guidelines came from me, so I would do them and prosper.
Maybe I should stop sucking this October air.
Things seem smaller in the backseat. Don't sing everything you dream.
I want to go as far as planets go, cause love = zero.