Sep 09, 2008 14:17
There's nothing better for a clear mind than a clear desk, an empty room, no distractions. There is nothing worse for me than the mess I make for myself. Loose papers, books guitars, change, as far as my head can turn, it somehow makes me just as confused inside. I swear that I'm describing some sort of expression I've heard before. Empty desk, empty mind? That can't be it... Anyway, just like I can't seem to put anything away or decide where anything goes in my room, I have these recurring bouts of indecisiveness about important things, and it always ends up driving my friends and family crazy.
As I was writing this I thought of a place to put all my books. Line them all upright on the floor against the back wall, which is clear. On one end they'll lean against my amp and on the other--hold that thought.
This sunday I finally figured out what classes I'm taking! Now all my classes are either useful or relevent, or both. So the question is, did I purposely let myself "discover" this amazing once in a lifetime campaign course, and then go and blow the new choice out of proportion into a battle of philosophy between practicality and passion?
I only seem to be able to cope by increasing the balagan, whether its more classes or goals swirling around in my head or more large obstructive objects in my room. לסדר או להסתדר
I actually have no idea how to wind this one up. So i'm gonna get outta this room for a bit I guess, that does me good. I have places to go, people to do, elections to win. Wait a sec.