cocoon
It seems like an eternity since I wrote the words, "An astute friend pointed out to me recently that the things I write tend to reflect 'an introspective desire to contemplate and understand' myself in relation to others." (I guess I am glad to be at an age where five months can still seem like an eternity. I am not too glad that five months ago I wrote something as pretentious as that so easily, but hey, I'm kind of a pompous ass sometimes.)
In addition to reasons that I've already talked about, my quiet period on the website has had a lot to do with the fact that there just aren't too many of those "others" in my life right now. Depriving me of most face-to-face human interactions may improve my juggling technique and ability to score points in Robotron 2084, but it also puts a damper on my impulses to write publicly (which had proven pretty intermittent anyway).
But we all have to pay for our mistakes, don't we?
December 01, 2004 - ...I opened the blinds and threw open the windows. The blast of cool air reminded me of how quickly the season was sliding into winter. I enjoyed it for a minute, then remembered the potatoes...
- Cal
In addition to reasons that I've already talked about, my quiet period on the website has had a lot to do with the fact that there just aren't too many of those "others" in my life right now. Depriving me of most face-to-face human interactions may improve my juggling technique and ability to score points in Robotron 2084, but it also puts a damper on my impulses to write publicly (which had proven pretty intermittent anyway).
But we all have to pay for our mistakes, don't we?
December 01, 2004 - ...I opened the blinds and threw open the windows. The blast of cool air reminded me of how quickly the season was sliding into winter. I enjoyed it for a minute, then remembered the potatoes...
- Cal