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[wolven7]

Can I tell you a secret? I like my life complex. I like intricate combinations of thought, delicate webs made of simple communication, situations that require discernment and care and everyone involved having an honest drive toward growing and being and becoming more.

I know what you're thinking. You're thinking, "That's a terrible secret, Damien, because everyone knows that about you." Well that's not the secret. The secret is that, on some level, I like my life that complex because it makes all the everyday things-- all the bullshit of bills and my mom's wedding and my job and school all of that shit-- it makes it all that much easier.

Where are we, today? What does it look like?

Comments

where are we?

[not-hothead-yet.livejournal.com]

Well I don't know about you but My day is jam-packed with totally unrelated things that are designed to push me in directions I need to go.

Re: where are we?

[wolven.livejournal.com]

Good Luck.

[prosewitch.livejournal.com]

I am definitely a lover of complexity as well. I think sometimes that I do this to myself because I've got a really overactive imagination, and I tend to be a multitasker in order to give my brain enough to occupy it throughout the days and nights. This is one reason I love embodied kinesthetic activities, from dancing and hooping to cooking and sex... they force me to really be in the moment, not simultaneously running a dozen dialogues and storylines in my head.

(I know, cry me a river, I'm so smart I have to make shit up and make my life complicated in order to keep my brain occupied, poor me, boohoo...)

But why not enjoy the complex things over the simple? I don't see anything wrong with it, so long as you know what you're getting yourself into and you don't bitch about it when shit goes wrong and gets even more complex as a result.

[wolven.livejournal.com]

(I know, cry me a river, I'm so smart I have to make shit up and make my life complicated in order to keep my brain occupied, poor me, boohoo...)

The same could be said about my entire post ;)

so long as you know what you're getting yourself into and you don't bitch about it when shit goes wrong and gets even more complex as a result.

Precisely. The problem I have, more than this, is when the complexity just... Fizzles. Deflates. Simplifies into stagnation.

[satans-muse.livejournal.com]

Today looks like a cotton-filled head with a dripping nose and tickling cough, on a bed of urgent business paper writing.

It also looks like cranky.

I only came into the office today to make things less complicated for myself :P

[wolven.livejournal.com]

Guh. I hope you feel better, soon.

And i can understand that, some days. :)

[raidingparty.livejournal.com]

I'm sort of playing hooky, but with a rationale.
First, I do kind of feel out-of-sorts.
Second, there's nothing urgent at work.
Third, it's still weird around there.
Fourth, I still have books furniture to move and dishes to wash at home before Saturday's wine tasting and Sunday's roomie move-in.
(There will probably be some playing and reading and sexing as well, but as so much of my freeloading, those weren't the impetus for the action, just pleasant side-effects.)
I guess that's sort of a time machine, carving out the extra chunks I need.

Also, I'm right there with you and prosewitch on complexity and boredom. I spontaneously generate rules (see xkcd about "walking weird") and was put back into Horizons from public school around 4th grade, in part, because of the boredom causing fail.

Oh, that reminds me of an interesting phenomenon I observed: While it is more common for words to be "verbed" (as Calvin put it), "Fail" and "Win" are recent examples of verbs being converted into nouns. I'm sure others exist.

[wolven.livejournal.com]

Did it pay off?

[raidingparty.livejournal.com]

Mostly. Pardon the perfectionism.
I did make the living room workable, set up my desk, and have the shelves stacked, so I'm pleased with that much progress.
I also spent a few hours playing card games, time with which I could have washed dishes, moved a few more things, figured spaces, and reconfigured my closet.
One curious bit with the manifesting idea, I think if I was conscious of my soulmate in this case I probably would have been inspired to ration the games.