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Nov. 24th, 2004 07:38 pm "So I have been posting sporaticly lately, in fact party related posts nearly doubled this months posts. And I know why I've been like this.
I worry about being a boring person. Not utterly bland and without interest, but I feel (often) like I can't maintain being interesting consistantly. Yes I do sometimes go to crazy artcar things, or go off on weird adventures. But 90% of the time, my life is farely bland. I get up, I go to a uninspried job. I come home and hang out with my housemates and/or play on the computer or PS2. I spend more time thinking about cars than philosphy. Remembering to take out the trash is more of a worry than geopolitics. I'd rather visit a junkyard or toy store than a museum or art gallery. Most of the time this doesn't bother me overly much. But I go through phases where I am certain of my own uninteresting status[1], and since when I'm like that I am less likely to do/try things it tends to be a self-fufilling prophecy.
So I've not posted much in my LJ because if I feel boring I'm not going to post about my boring life.
'Today I [ A)did go to work B)did nto go to work C)went to work but they had little/no work so I came home ], I then [ A)worked on cars B)played a computer game(likely GTA SA) C)sat around online ]. One of my SOs [ A)did B)did not ] come over for the night.'
That covers about 90% of my weekday days for the last few months. And frankly the idea of posting it bores me to tears, so I'm not going to then inflict it on the world. I'd love to post deeply intelectually interesting stuff, but I'm not that sort of person, or if I do have those thought processes, they occur in a verbal medium (read: I blather at/with ppl about them). And I can't consistantly make the inanities of my day into interesting entertaining posts like some of my friends seem to do effortlessly. I am going to try and post more. If nothing else to keep in the habit of writing *something* from time to time so the journal doesn't comepletely atrophy. So in that vein:
'Today I went to work, and managed to not kill the falsely-friendly hyper-insultingly-demeaning store manager at the store I was assigned. I was instead mildly petty and instead of going through the effort of begining the annoying process of trying to order the part to fix a bike[2], I deemed it unrepairable so he'll have to write-off a $150+ bike. Then on the way home I tried to look at a potential parts car I'd been told of a few weeks back. But rain & dark consipred to make it impossible to tell if I just missed the location or whether it was gone.
A block from home I skidded through a pile of wet leaves on the side of the road, and splattered them all over the underside of the car. This caused me to then have to get the hose out (in the rain), to hose the leaves off the top of the catalytic converter. Said leaves where smoking and making a nice woodsmoke smell, so I didn't want to leave them for fear they'd burst into active flame and set the car on fire.
I then changed out of my soaked clothes and into warm replacements (yay for fuzzy socks!), and have just finished eating a dinner of honey-smoked turkey, swiss & roasted red pepper hummus on a garlic & pesto wrap. With warm cider to drink.
I'd like to go out and *do* something. but that would require changing again and thinking of something to do in the dark & rain. So unless a *really* good option presents itself I think I shall stay inside and play GTA SA or read."
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I worry about being a boring person. Not utterly bland and without interest, but I feel (often) like I can't maintain being interesting consistantly. Yes I do sometimes go to crazy artcar things, or go off on weird adventures. But 90% of the time, my life is farely bland. I get up, I go to a uninspried job. I come home and hang out with my housemates and/or play on the computer or PS2. I spend more time thinking about cars than philosphy. Remembering to take out the trash is more of a worry than geopolitics. I'd rather visit a junkyard or toy store than a museum or art gallery. Most of the time this doesn't bother me overly much. But I go through phases where I am certain of my own uninteresting status[1], and since when I'm like that I am less likely to do/try things it tends to be a self-fufilling prophecy.
So I've not posted much in my LJ because if I feel boring I'm not going to post about my boring life.
'Today I [ A)did go to work B)did nto go to work C)went to work but they had little/no work so I came home ], I then [ A)worked on cars B)played a computer game(likely GTA SA) C)sat around online ]. One of my SOs [ A)did B)did not ] come over for the night.'
That covers about 90% of my weekday days for the last few months. And frankly the idea of posting it bores me to tears, so I'm not going to then inflict it on the world. I'd love to post deeply intelectually interesting stuff, but I'm not that sort of person, or if I do have those thought processes, they occur in a verbal medium (read: I blather at/with ppl about them). And I can't consistantly make the inanities of my day into interesting entertaining posts like some of my friends seem to do effortlessly. I am going to try and post more. If nothing else to keep in the habit of writing *something* from time to time so the journal doesn't comepletely atrophy. So in that vein:
'Today I went to work, and managed to not kill the falsely-friendly hyper-insultingly-demeaning store manager at the store I was assigned. I was instead mildly petty and instead of going through the effort of begining the annoying process of trying to order the part to fix a bike[2], I deemed it unrepairable so he'll have to write-off a $150+ bike. Then on the way home I tried to look at a potential parts car I'd been told of a few weeks back. But rain & dark consipred to make it impossible to tell if I just missed the location or whether it was gone.
A block from home I skidded through a pile of wet leaves on the side of the road, and splattered them all over the underside of the car. This caused me to then have to get the hose out (in the rain), to hose the leaves off the top of the catalytic converter. Said leaves where smoking and making a nice woodsmoke smell, so I didn't want to leave them for fear they'd burst into active flame and set the car on fire.
I then changed out of my soaked clothes and into warm replacements (yay for fuzzy socks!), and have just finished eating a dinner of honey-smoked turkey, swiss & roasted red pepper hummus on a garlic & pesto wrap. With warm cider to drink.
I'd like to go out and *do* something. but that would require changing again and thinking of something to do in the dark & rain. So unless a *really* good option presents itself I think I shall stay inside and play GTA SA or read."
( the footnotes )
