narcischizm
night after night I come here to summarize the events of the day in words... all about me and the life I experience in RealTime... the words pop out on the web... even if nobody reads them, the words are here... even if I tell myself I put the words out here for you, for friends, for anyone who cares about me to read, for posterity, it's still all about me...
well, maybe not all about me... after all, I am about to mention that Rasputin, sitting over there on the couch, just farted for the eighth time since waking ten minutes ago... and that is after going to the bathroom... posterity must know these things, I mean, just in case there's an autopsy after I die and someone wonders why there's an elevated fart-gas level in my body... they are not mine, check the DNA of the fart gas... I wonder how many years fart-gas cuts off a lifespan...
see, it is all about me...
anyway, whether the narcissism creates the schizm or the schizm is merely an ironic coincidence, as much as I reach out and put myself out here, I am alone... maybe it's the fart-gas (there's another), or the stench from the sink and the way I desensitize myself to it that carries over to the rest of my day, but there's the title word in a nutshell... or in this entry, at least...
work: back to the usual, caught up on the last three days, started another new project I was asked to look into, connected with the new CFO and he opened the door enough to send me the files I needed... a 180 degree switch from the previous paranoia insisted on my the previous CFO's assistant... that assistant is still there, but I just bypass him as much as possible, much to his frustration...
home: napped after watching part of Heroes and some NCAA basketball... woke to get to the gym for a fith consecutive night... feeling good for this stage of the first steps out of the lazy malaise...
and so there we are... or there I am... along with another fart from Rasputin... the mundane details of existence for posterity (and me) to reflect upon if I ever have time to review and reflect on the mundane details of existence on such a daily level...
well, maybe not all about me... after all, I am about to mention that Rasputin, sitting over there on the couch, just farted for the eighth time since waking ten minutes ago... and that is after going to the bathroom... posterity must know these things, I mean, just in case there's an autopsy after I die and someone wonders why there's an elevated fart-gas level in my body... they are not mine, check the DNA of the fart gas... I wonder how many years fart-gas cuts off a lifespan...
see, it is all about me...
anyway, whether the narcissism creates the schizm or the schizm is merely an ironic coincidence, as much as I reach out and put myself out here, I am alone... maybe it's the fart-gas (there's another), or the stench from the sink and the way I desensitize myself to it that carries over to the rest of my day, but there's the title word in a nutshell... or in this entry, at least...
work: back to the usual, caught up on the last three days, started another new project I was asked to look into, connected with the new CFO and he opened the door enough to send me the files I needed... a 180 degree switch from the previous paranoia insisted on my the previous CFO's assistant... that assistant is still there, but I just bypass him as much as possible, much to his frustration...
home: napped after watching part of Heroes and some NCAA basketball... woke to get to the gym for a fith consecutive night... feeling good for this stage of the first steps out of the lazy malaise...
and so there we are... or there I am... along with another fart from Rasputin... the mundane details of existence for posterity (and me) to reflect upon if I ever have time to review and reflect on the mundane details of existence on such a daily level...
Labels: alas, farts, fatigue, gym, health, heart, life, loneliness, missing, quasi-science, sci-fi, TV, work
posted by candoor at 11:43 PM
2 Comments:
Funny thing about gyms
Anybody can do a few press-upd at home or lift a few weights.
But in a gym there is always more chance that once you've paid the membership fee, you'll feel obliged to use it.
Also seeing other people at it, can either encourage one to do more, or discourage one - but that's down to one's mental and physical state I guess.
PS - Best places to start talking to strangers, a supermarket (food stall) or a gym. Nothing strange about going up to a stranger of the opposite sex in a gym and striking up a conversation - and the queue in a food store is a 'safe' place to start small talk.
But hey that's enough about me, or you, or whoever - there's so many of us, more than six billion at the last count, though not all have internet or semi-instanst access to Candoor on line, yet. - lol!
truth spoken here... though my gym is free as a perk for living in these apartments and seldom has anyone in it when I go cuz most of the people who live here don't use it cuz, well, they are average Americans, it's great when someone is there cuz it does inspire...
the time and cost to use a public gym would keep me from going more than the laziness or anything else...
so I compromise and get this body back into shape and then maybe I'll go to supermarkets more often and buy one item at a time, but of course, not use the express lane...
thanks for your thoughts, your words here are much appreciated, especially on weekends :)
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