A Living Document of History
I've just been looking through the profile I put on this blog, and think I have outgrown it!
"I love my family passionately. I don't introspect as much as I would like or need, so at some level, I need to develop better self awareness, which is why I am doing this thing. I'm working at a nice firm, earn a good salary, have enough to live in a pretty good condo, have the occassional tipple and buy pretty much anything I want (clothes and books, not electronics). I like watching feel-good movies and chick lit. I enjoy physical exercise, but love to smoke. I like music and singing. And painting. I like some poetry. I enjoy the conversations i've had with some of the people I have encountered. I do not like whispering. I like decorating houses, and building things. Putting things together and creating things from scratch. I love art. I can play the piano, and cook decent pasta. I dream of being better at something someday, but am too lazy most of the time to do anything about it. I like the color red."
It's poorly written, trite, and quite embarrassing. To think that I wrote it almost three years ago in 2004 isn't an excuse. So I think I'll revise it:
"I am a recovering workaholic seeking new experiences to fill the void in my time once occupied by work. While I have a finely-honed sense of appreciation of the 9AM-12MN lifestyle, I have realized it's not for me, and prefer to just "chill". I enjoy reading, playing the piano, listening to music, and cooking. I am trying to teach myself to enjoy watching TV.
My current life goals are to quit smoking before I'm 30, travel more, take up yet another extreme sport (currently diving, which really isn't that extreme - and I barely do it anyway), re-learn Mandarin, and find a hobby I enjoy.
There. Much more apt to how I am feeling at the moment. This blog is quite a nice historical document. It's interesting that while on one hand, it's completely self-centered, on the other, it has proven to be very cathartic, and an interesting piece of personal history. I think I am quite proud of it.
Although I may look back another 3 years hence and cringe with agony after reading this entry. While it's a possibility, at least I am truthful.
"I love my family passionately. I don't introspect as much as I would like or need, so at some level, I need to develop better self awareness, which is why I am doing this thing. I'm working at a nice firm, earn a good salary, have enough to live in a pretty good condo, have the occassional tipple and buy pretty much anything I want (clothes and books, not electronics). I like watching feel-good movies and chick lit. I enjoy physical exercise, but love to smoke. I like music and singing. And painting. I like some poetry. I enjoy the conversations i've had with some of the people I have encountered. I do not like whispering. I like decorating houses, and building things. Putting things together and creating things from scratch. I love art. I can play the piano, and cook decent pasta. I dream of being better at something someday, but am too lazy most of the time to do anything about it. I like the color red."
It's poorly written, trite, and quite embarrassing. To think that I wrote it almost three years ago in 2004 isn't an excuse. So I think I'll revise it:
"I am a recovering workaholic seeking new experiences to fill the void in my time once occupied by work. While I have a finely-honed sense of appreciation of the 9AM-12MN lifestyle, I have realized it's not for me, and prefer to just "chill". I enjoy reading, playing the piano, listening to music, and cooking. I am trying to teach myself to enjoy watching TV.
My current life goals are to quit smoking before I'm 30, travel more, take up yet another extreme sport (currently diving, which really isn't that extreme - and I barely do it anyway), re-learn Mandarin, and find a hobby I enjoy.
There. Much more apt to how I am feeling at the moment. This blog is quite a nice historical document. It's interesting that while on one hand, it's completely self-centered, on the other, it has proven to be very cathartic, and an interesting piece of personal history. I think I am quite proud of it.
Although I may look back another 3 years hence and cringe with agony after reading this entry. While it's a possibility, at least I am truthful.
posted by Inconsiderate @ 8:49 AM
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