I only take anything half seriously ever, which I think is a redeeming quality. Making anything seem too important is a big mistake. If I ever get overwhelmed, I take about 5 seconds to think about the cosmos, and boom, back to reality.
I'm becoming more personable in my old age, maybe for the fact that I'm starting to care less and less. I'm not overly concerned about perception, or even consequences. I wasted a bit too much time on that in the past. If I can get rid of all fear and sense of shame, the better off I'll be. I can smile almost anything off.
I think I have no lasting regrets. Sometimes I think I regret something, but then that mood fades. It's almost all become a decent anecdote.
I see a vision of Hell where one is forced to pack and then unpack perpetually. It's even worse than rolling a boulder because it's more boring and you don't build a whole lot of strength.
I think this week is the 2 year anniversary of me sitting in the same cubicle. A lot of other people have been forced to move since we got into this building, but not me. That's something like 4500 hours by my rough approximation.
Imagine if i had watched that many hours of The Bold & The Beautiful instead. I'd be an expert.
One of my talents is being able to type without a keyboard. I can still do all the strokes, but just by imagination. And I still remember T9 texting by heart.
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