HURT ME MORE
I just voluntarily took on a couple of additional weeknight shifts at my part time job. Massochist, moi? YES, GIVE ME 12 HOUR WORKDAYS PLEASE!
Regarding the new full time job, I've spent most of my time so far creating and managing user accounts in the midst of a massive corporate restructuring. Combine this with having to learn about a dozen new co-workers' names, plus my natural difficulty with doing so, and it's no surprise that as a result I've started screwing up people's names, like mixing up "Joe" and "Jim", "Andrew" and "Alan". Gah.
Oh yeah, I still have to keep up:
51. I like taking longish walks after midnight in the summertime. Especially by the lake.
52. I have strong opinions about poetry. But I feel that I don't understand the medium well enough to talk about it yet, so I mostly keep them to myself. (This hasn't stopped me in other areas, unfortunately, but it's never too late to heal thyself.) Ironically, airstrip encapsulated my feelings nicely when he said this recently: "Few things are as evil or common as the unexamined life written as though it were."
53. One of my greatest fears is losing my mind. Senility is one of the saddest things ever, and I'd rather die than have that happen to me. Because of this, I always feel uncomfortable around the senile and mentally handicapped.
54. I worry that I'm going soft. I used to pride myself on my high tolerance for pain and general willpower, but lately that willpower's been waning. I give in more easily to bad habits (e.g. eating junk food), I don't push myself physically at all anymore, and so on. I want that part of me back.
55. I like to cook in an experimental fashion, but have gotten really lazy about it lately and hardly ever make proper meals for myself recently, let alone trying to make anything new.
56. I hardly ever dream. But more frequently I have pseudo-dreams: pleasent early morning fantasies while on the borderline of sleep and wakefulness. They have much of the vividness of dreams, but with greater narrative control. Much better, I think. (Unfortunately I can only do it on days when I don't have to wake up early, which have been growing rarer and rarer...)
57. Most of the people I looked up to when I was younger later lost my respect for one reason or another. So I'm always a bit afraid that the new people I look up to will turn out to have something deeply wrong with them.
58. I'm an impulsive snacker. If there's something that's bite-sized and free for the taking, it takes conscious effort to restrain myself. However if nothing happens to be readily available I'll skip meals without even thinking too much about it. Behavioural economists would have a field day with me.
59. I used to be a quietist when it came to dealing with assholes (i.e. I'd just do what I could to avoid them and not bother with being confrontational) and often saw anger as a sign of weakness. But more recently I've come to appreciate the virtues of carefully focused rage. Like the goat says: "It ain't bad to get mad." It's just a matter of picking your targets appropriately.
60. I've never had any special desire to drive or own a car. I have a license but no insurance, and the only reason I'd get a car of my own was if there was no other feasible mode of transportation for something really important. This may or may not be related to my generally passive personality.
Also , quote of the day from Ludwig von Mises: "If you don't know anything about something, write a book and in the end you will know more." Hmmm....
Regarding the new full time job, I've spent most of my time so far creating and managing user accounts in the midst of a massive corporate restructuring. Combine this with having to learn about a dozen new co-workers' names, plus my natural difficulty with doing so, and it's no surprise that as a result I've started screwing up people's names, like mixing up "Joe" and "Jim", "Andrew" and "Alan". Gah.
Oh yeah, I still have to keep up:
51. I like taking longish walks after midnight in the summertime. Especially by the lake.
52. I have strong opinions about poetry. But I feel that I don't understand the medium well enough to talk about it yet, so I mostly keep them to myself. (This hasn't stopped me in other areas, unfortunately, but it's never too late to heal thyself.) Ironically, airstrip encapsulated my feelings nicely when he said this recently: "Few things are as evil or common as the unexamined life written as though it were."
53. One of my greatest fears is losing my mind. Senility is one of the saddest things ever, and I'd rather die than have that happen to me. Because of this, I always feel uncomfortable around the senile and mentally handicapped.
54. I worry that I'm going soft. I used to pride myself on my high tolerance for pain and general willpower, but lately that willpower's been waning. I give in more easily to bad habits (e.g. eating junk food), I don't push myself physically at all anymore, and so on. I want that part of me back.
55. I like to cook in an experimental fashion, but have gotten really lazy about it lately and hardly ever make proper meals for myself recently, let alone trying to make anything new.
56. I hardly ever dream. But more frequently I have pseudo-dreams: pleasent early morning fantasies while on the borderline of sleep and wakefulness. They have much of the vividness of dreams, but with greater narrative control. Much better, I think. (Unfortunately I can only do it on days when I don't have to wake up early, which have been growing rarer and rarer...)
57. Most of the people I looked up to when I was younger later lost my respect for one reason or another. So I'm always a bit afraid that the new people I look up to will turn out to have something deeply wrong with them.
58. I'm an impulsive snacker. If there's something that's bite-sized and free for the taking, it takes conscious effort to restrain myself. However if nothing happens to be readily available I'll skip meals without even thinking too much about it. Behavioural economists would have a field day with me.
59. I used to be a quietist when it came to dealing with assholes (i.e. I'd just do what I could to avoid them and not bother with being confrontational) and often saw anger as a sign of weakness. But more recently I've come to appreciate the virtues of carefully focused rage. Like the goat says: "It ain't bad to get mad." It's just a matter of picking your targets appropriately.
60. I've never had any special desire to drive or own a car. I have a license but no insurance, and the only reason I'd get a car of my own was if there was no other feasible mode of transportation for something really important. This may or may not be related to my generally passive personality.
Also , quote of the day from Ludwig von Mises: "If you don't know anything about something, write a book and in the end you will know more." Hmmm....