...although i've been incapacitated with the flu and bronchitis for the last three days. sure, that doesn't explain the last three months, but, ya know, what's a guy to do?
so, i'm back with a vengeance and i'm gonna knock you dead with some pearls! of wisdom!
psych.
no pearls here. just some ramblings. from some guy. stoned.
i think this is the first time i'm blogging from my new place. finally left that roomie situation i'd been in for the last year and a half. not that my roomie was a bad guy, he wasn't. living with him a year and a half is a testament to that. even at the height of my engagement in the midst of my youthful optimism and exuberance, i had only lived with my fiance for a year and little bit.
not that she was a bad gal. she wasn't.
i've lived alone for most of my adult life. gotta say i love it. every once in a while a woman will come along that i love more than my solitude, but my solitude eventually reestablishes dominance. i don't know about most people, but i need solitude to think. to grow. distractions make it easy to not grow.
god. and this city, this monstrous apple of a city has more than its fair share - than a couple cities' fair share - of distractions. people, events, happenings, incidents, things, toys. too many things. for me, at least.
i'm finding it incredibly hard to focus on myself, my growth, when confronted with the smorgasbord of goodies to engage in daily. hourly. right-the-fuck now.
sure, a central issue with me is my lack of discipline. i guess one could say...lack of commitment. surprise!
lacking a penchant for discipline and commitment make it next to impossible to forgo the goodies of this urbanized amazon and, instead, turn the gaze inward.
it's like i have spiritual adhd.
gotta get me some ritalin for the soul.
have any?
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