Just A Few Thoughts, Nothing Much
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Recovery seems finally within my grasp. I've been almost totally useless for days now, and at home for very little of it. More and more, looking back on it, January looks almost like a complete write-off. I've been accused of being especially hard on myself, but hey, without high standards nothing ever really got accomplished, did it?
I am, ultimately, a pragmatist, and while I admit to being hard, I have never claimed to be unreasonable (fits of unreason, perhaps, but not as a general rule). I'm harder on people I know well, and it seems I am hardest on myself. The excuse of ignorance of the person's other positive traits or handicaps becomes less and less available. Given who I am, I should be accomplishing more than I am. So, I work at it, and, it seems, for the most part I succeed. I seem to have this frustratingly complex and contradictory phobias of both success and failure, but they at least seem to be manageable. As for the unmanageable phobias, well, let's just say they're being worked on.
I am in a rather enviable position, lovewise, at least from my perspective. Strange that something which inherently was designed from a very short-term, fatalistic perspective, seems to work so well in a long-term sense. Well, at least, that's how I'm perceiving it. Odd, really.
My jaw seems to be working again. It's sore, and the wounds in the back of my mouth (something retarded like 8 stitches all said and done) aren't fully healed yet, but I have moved beyond counting my accomplishments in terms of the films I have watched. The count is 9, if you were wondering. Most good, some... not so good. I endeavour to see many more David Lean films, one of the men who made big budget Hollywood good. Gives me faith in my home continent's ability to actually make decent cinema, being so spoiled as of late.
I'm dreadfully behind in all my work. This should be addressed shortly.
Written On: Father's Laptop