disynthetic

I've been rather quiet. For a prolonged period of time. Yet again. At least from this context.

Can't say much lately. I have been consolidating my thoughts and in turn, myself. Trimming a little here, moving this thing over there, and generally fiddling with that thing over here. Basically I have gotten rid of some clutter. And I moved the drawers from over there to right there. Plus I vacuumed and aired the dust out.

I guess the air was getting stale. Since I was used to it, I needed someone else to bring it to my attention. I am glad that happened. Safety and routine don't seem to do much good without a healthy injection of discipline and discomfort and on a regular interval. I am pretty awful at sticking to things. That has a lot to do with the lack of instant gratification. Without that immediacy I lose interest, and I know that is not good.

But I can't explain everything I do. It seems that I tend to take the tone of a know-it-all rather often. And to think that I always hated listening to those kind of people. Ironically I have been told that many times in the past. I didn't understand why almost every time.

A little too much negative. I think it would be best to downplay the bad for awhile, since I tend to fixate on it when I write. It must end up looking like brooding.

Well I am going to think about this while I am at work this evening. I plan on returning later.

Until then.