Goings on

I should be doing one or more things, none of which I’m obviously doing at the moment. I’m not where I’m supposed to be, I’m not where I’m being paid to be. Sigh.

Oh well.

At the back of my mind I have this sneaky suspicion that introspection is bad. It’s so self-indulgent and so self-centered. It’s about being this person that whines on and on about this and that, going round in circles till she trips herself up only to get up and continue circling.

I can’t help but wonder sometimes that I would probably be better off just getting on with the world, picking up the pace, participate more, morph into a go-getter of some sort. And then I think, how decidedly mundane that is. Me, who more often than not, snorts in derision when encountering someone of that ilk. Of course one could argue that the contempt stems from jealousy, and I’ll admit maybe a little bit, but it’s also because I find their success and enthusiasm in all things material, shallow. Perhaps it’s just me but I imagine them lacking in depth. It’s not a big surprise then that I prefer the lot that bemoans the state of themselves and the world, finding their company infinitely more interesting and not to mention comforting and self-affirming as well.

Anyway.

Here I am waiting for the phone technician to arrive. He’s 20 minutes late and his tardiness annoys me. So what this means is that I’m finally going to get broadband fixed up in my place after having had it with being unable to blog in office or at home whenever inspiration strikes. I still write even without internet access but the time delay usually means that by the time I post it, if at all, the relevance has passed. Then again aside from blogging there’s a lot more I should be doing with and on the Net. The good thing is there isn’t any worry of getting addicted because if I had been so inclined it would have happened a long time ago. I just want to teach myself to make more use of it. Hm, think I’ll start by surfing porn sites. Oh yeah baby ;)