Currently listening to: Some spanish song I can't attempt to spell
Currently reading: Rough draft of Midnight Sun (I have an addiction, sir)
Current state of being: Leanin' WAY back on my chair, boots-with-the-fur propped up on my desk, warm & snug
Current state of mind: Happy.
I think I define my present by my past. Which is obvious, I guess. However, rather than trying to imply that my perception of all things is a summation of events prior- what I *mean* to point out is my inability to not look for some sort of... progress. On a daily basis, this can be somewhat frustrating.
Aren't things, when left alone, supposed to go from order to disorder? Well it appears the opposite is true in my life. I move along splendidly towards this vague *thing* until I decide to stick my hands in and 'help'. A little tweak here, some reflection there- and everything falls spectacularly apart. Well... that might be a bit dramatic.
It's the reflection that seems to negate the... progress sometimes.
The... progress can't be felt without reflection.
But if it's the reflection that negates it..?
You can see how this would be problematic. It's hilarious how new me can't help emphasizing with old me.
Anywho. Someone pointed out that I've been an journaler for about a year now and wanted to know which was my favorite journal to date. Hmph. Isn't it erm... convenient for someone with my particular problem to have an almost daily, detailed report of my moody little state of mind back then?
Given the above information, can you believe my surprise when, even given an invitation- I had absolutely no desire to satisfy the gentleman’s request for information? Huh... I’m sure that means something.
I’m sure that means something... good.
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