Joe Wordsworth
Logician
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- Apr 22, 2004
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Oh, boy, has this been a bad day.
There are times, and this is a truth, when I wish I could lose control a little--do what others I know do... get angry or panicked or cry a bunch, get reckless and really, really in touch with their frustration.
But I'm just not built like that, or if I was once I've certainly changed getting older. I sit and coldly look at what's going on around me, and look at the options good and bad, and decide what's the likeliest choice--like choosing which clothes I'll wear in the morning. I'm no more emotionally invested than that.
Its a bad thing, I think. I'm decisive. That's what I do. Who I am. Its surely killed off a few relationships (women, friends, business, etc.) over the years--my inability to show a lot of empathy.
Doesn't mean I don't feel things, I just don't really feel them first-hand. I kinda notice when I'm angry or notice when I'm sad--like realizing you're dreaming just as you wake up. And so any outpouring I could have had gets killed off before it even builds up steam.
I log the experience and move on.
Like today. A friend let me down big--big, big. Huge big. Put some business ventures at a critical risk big to the tune of fifty-thousand pounds big. And I should be mad, but I'm not. I'm not even disappointed, really--though I know I have to be. By the time I registered the fuck-up, I'd already chosen a couple Plan B's and ideologically moved on.
I feel like I'm robbing myself of the utterly selfish indulgeance of wallowing and I've done that my whole life.
Pffft.
There are times, and this is a truth, when I wish I could lose control a little--do what others I know do... get angry or panicked or cry a bunch, get reckless and really, really in touch with their frustration.
But I'm just not built like that, or if I was once I've certainly changed getting older. I sit and coldly look at what's going on around me, and look at the options good and bad, and decide what's the likeliest choice--like choosing which clothes I'll wear in the morning. I'm no more emotionally invested than that.
Its a bad thing, I think. I'm decisive. That's what I do. Who I am. Its surely killed off a few relationships (women, friends, business, etc.) over the years--my inability to show a lot of empathy.
Doesn't mean I don't feel things, I just don't really feel them first-hand. I kinda notice when I'm angry or notice when I'm sad--like realizing you're dreaming just as you wake up. And so any outpouring I could have had gets killed off before it even builds up steam.
I log the experience and move on.
Like today. A friend let me down big--big, big. Huge big. Put some business ventures at a critical risk big to the tune of fifty-thousand pounds big. And I should be mad, but I'm not. I'm not even disappointed, really--though I know I have to be. By the time I registered the fuck-up, I'd already chosen a couple Plan B's and ideologically moved on.
I feel like I'm robbing myself of the utterly selfish indulgeance of wallowing and I've done that my whole life.
Pffft.