Source / Sink
January 31st, 2006
I’m quite a manic person with regard to my pursuits. I throw myself completely into whatever I’m doing. I’ve been asked where, between all the martial arts, photography, japanese language classes, work, going out, relationships (when I’m in one), etc, I find the time to write these piddly little entries. Most of my ideas gestate during my 30 to 45 minute commute (each way), and by the time I sit down at the end of the evening, I generally have two or three posts mostly written in my head, and I just have to pour them out. I’ve actually invested in one of those little voice recorder gizmos so I can talk the post out during the trip.
That 1.5 hours a day in traffic would also explain why some of my posts are so damn angry when I first spill them out, and remain that way until (or unless) I get the chance to do some serious “did I really write that vituperous crap?” editing.
And why do I actually publish this crap to the world? As a certified member of PA (Perfectionists Anonymous), the prospect of other inspecting my inner monologue compels me to further elucidate my feelings, to minimize the implicit context I know isn’t present (and will forget about in years to come), and since I know this about myself, I know when I come to this silly site ten years from now (or my archive of it), I’ll actually be able to understand how truly naive and off-base I was.
So there, mystery revealed.
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