Short Lived?

As is typical with any journaling I do, this venture seems short-lived. It has hardly lived at all, in fact. But since I have now successfully started substituting, sanity seems a bit easier to come by. Key word: seems.

Satisfaction in my life teeters on a remarkably narrow precipice. I need to feel constructive; I need to feel anything but peripheral; I need to be surrounded by people I know and trust; I need conversation - even if it ends up being me doing nearly all the listening. These are not unique at all; perhaps they are universal, and I'm conceited enough to think that this combination, along with other needs make me individual. I don't know - that's too deep of philosophy for me. I'm just trying to figure myself out.

My friend Kate accused me of having a Reformed (Christian) work ethic. For some reason I was offended by this. I like to think that I benefit from free time, that working sucks--

How's this for no work ethic? I'm sick of writing already. Just as I was about to get to some kind of point.

Who knows?

I suppose you could use the term "whim," but I don't think that would be an entirely true expression of what this blog was created on. I have been feeling the push for some time to return to an existence in the blogosphere, a need for some kind of outlet that a regular journal can't provide. While indeed a late night whim caused me to type blogger.com in my browser at 3:30am, in many ways this has been a long time coming. Typically I'd try to outline my intentions and delusions of grandeur, my "vision" for the makeup of this blog, but I know full well that there's no way that will stay consistent. Suffice it to say this is an effect from a prompting of a former English professor to find ways to keep myself sane in times of waiting. A plan for maintianing sanity in waiting is a vital thing to establish. So I suppose that's my vision: this blog will hopefully be only a part of my downtime rationality defense. Let's see what that actually manifests into.