Sunday, March 26, 2006

 

taxes, psychology, and love

Hooray!  I did my own taxes!

Well sort of.  I haven’t finished yet, and I did have to call the IRS for help, but still.  The psychiatrist would point out here how quickly I belittle my own accomplishments.  A common theme.
We always seem to come back to why.  Sure, we can keep asking the why questions, but at what point do the why questions become how can we change this?  I’m getting tired of the why questions.  Is sticking to why questions making sure I alone am responsible for any change in my behavior?

Someone sent me a message saying “i'm sure you'll find someone”.  Reminds me of when this one woman, a daughter of my mother’s friend, told me that I would find a job.  I did eventually.  Problem is that I’m not spending as much effort on meeting someone as I did at looking for a job.  But then, looking for a job can be reduced to a science.

The psychiatrist also thinks I’m afraid of success.  Yeah, yeah, fear of change and all
that. . .  independence,

As soon as my brother moves to Kansas, I know I’ll regret not hanging out with him more.  

Why do I never say a person’s name when saying hi to them?  When telling an anecdote, why do I usually leave out names?  Never any specifics.  My one uncle, (father’s brother) is even worse…  

I ended up leaving my cell phone charger at my mother’s, so of course my phone dies without me having a way to recharge it.

The number of posts is inversely proportional to the length of the post.  (that means less of one means more of the other to those less mathematically inclined)

I have reason to believe only four people total read this on a regular basis.  Myself, two others who leave comments, and one who leaves anonymous comments.  If there are any more, please leave a comment with your name.  Thanks.  Remember, most of the questions aren’t rhetorical.

 

taxes, psychology, and love

Hooray!  I did my own taxes!

Well sort of.  I haven’t finished yet, and I did have to call the IRS for help, but still.  The psychiatrist would point out here how quickly I belittle my own accomplishments.  A common theme.
We always seem to come back to why.  Sure, we can keep asking the why questions, but at what point do the why questions become how can we change this?  I’m getting tired of the why questions.  Is sticking to why questions making sure I alone am responsible for any change in my behavior?

Someone sent me a message saying “i'm sure you'll find someone”.  Reminds me of when this one woman, a daughter of my mother’s friend, told me that I would find a job.  I did eventually.  Problem is that I’m not spending as much effort on meeting someone as I did at looking for a job.  But then, looking for a job can be reduced to a science.

The psychiatrist also thinks I’m afraid of success.  Yeah, yeah, fear of change and all
that. . .  independence,

As soon as my brother moves to Kansas, I know I’ll regret not hanging out with him more.  

Why do I never say a person’s name when saying hi to them?  When telling an anecdote, why do I usually leave out names?  Never any specifics.  My one uncle, (father’s brother) is even worse…  

I ended up leaving my cell phone charger at my mother’s, so of course my phone dies without me having a way to recharge it.

The number of posts is inversely proportional to the length of the post.  (that means less of one means more of the other to those less mathematically inclined)

I have reason to believe only four people total read this on a regular basis.  Myself, two others who leave comments, and one who leaves anonymous comments.  If there are any more, please leave a comment with your name.  Thanks.  Remember, most of the questions aren’t rhetorical.

Tuesday, March 14, 2006

 

from yesterday

My brother is having surgery tomorrow.  He is getting a stomach band.  It will hopefully enable him to lose weight.  In case you don’t know, my brother weighs more than twice I do and is a couple inches taller.  I plan on going to visit him in the hospital, but I’m not sure when or exactly where he is.

I can’t seem to think of anything to write again. That’s why the posts have become fewer.

Nothing here seems to change.  Do I really pursue happiness?  Why not?

I sometimes think I'm incapable of completing a story

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