Does Dada-esque count as structure?
Dec. 22nd, 2007 12:20 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
multipurposegoddessHappy Solstice!
Time to flip the mattress. When I bought this mattress, it came with instructions to flip it four times a year and to alternate fliipping it lengthwise and sideways to work through all teh orientation permutations. So I flip it lengthwise on the solstices and sideways on the equinoxes.
A bunch of people are doing "what i've been up to for the last 20 years" posts on a mailing list I'm on, since many of us haven't been in contact for about that long. I am finding myself completely unable to approach the task. I lived a lot of different places, worked many different jobs, and a bunch of stuff happened to me, but I can't put it all together with any sort of narrative structure. Theater of the Absurd, perhaps, but that would don't know that I can sufficiently commit to that. I feel like Homer Simpson at the end of the episode where they somehow acquired the giant Easter Island heads "It's just a bunch of stuff that happened." Not worth making those people read through, you know?
I think I am still in my post-crisis funk; everything is fine and therefore I don't know what to do with myself. And everything being fine means I have no good stories, because fine=boring, crises are exciting.
ION, I'm finally going to fill my Adderall prescription, so maybe that will help with the ennui and aimlessness as well as the perpetual attention difficulties. Could happen.
Time to flip the mattress. When I bought this mattress, it came with instructions to flip it four times a year and to alternate fliipping it lengthwise and sideways to work through all teh orientation permutations. So I flip it lengthwise on the solstices and sideways on the equinoxes.
A bunch of people are doing "what i've been up to for the last 20 years" posts on a mailing list I'm on, since many of us haven't been in contact for about that long. I am finding myself completely unable to approach the task. I lived a lot of different places, worked many different jobs, and a bunch of stuff happened to me, but I can't put it all together with any sort of narrative structure. Theater of the Absurd, perhaps, but that would don't know that I can sufficiently commit to that. I feel like Homer Simpson at the end of the episode where they somehow acquired the giant Easter Island heads "It's just a bunch of stuff that happened." Not worth making those people read through, you know?
I think I am still in my post-crisis funk; everything is fine and therefore I don't know what to do with myself. And everything being fine means I have no good stories, because fine=boring, crises are exciting.
ION, I'm finally going to fill my Adderall prescription, so maybe that will help with the ennui and aimlessness as well as the perpetual attention difficulties. Could happen.