fredericks | Into the night

I love the journey, so much so that I prolong the ride and then often quit when my destination's in sight. Literally and figuratively. There's nothing I enjoy more than being the passenger in a vehicle, listening to my music while watching the scenery go by. Today was a beautiful example of that. Torrential rain, thunder crashing, and I had a bird's eye view of everything through the bus windshield. And I often find myself starting things because I enjoy the process, but quitting before completing my original task. And other things of that nature.

Today's been long. Luckily I had

gorzo's birthday presents waiting at home for me to soothe things over a bit (for the record - UPS? not half as competent as USPS, and seeing as the USPS is a joke and a half...). I now have, among other very thoughtful and wonderous gifts, an "official" guide on the art of kissing, and another on how to make love*. Life is very very good. On the way home I also picked up (along with a number of scholarship and graduate school guides) the latest book in Stephen King's Dark Tower series, Song of Susannah.

Now, off to bed again. Whee!

*ETA - I should note that the mentioned pamphlets are unintentially hilarious bits of publication from the 1950's written by a man that apparently wasn't very lucky in the sack. The book on "How to Make Love" is, in fact, on *getting* into a relationship, not an American version of the Kama Sutra. If these are any indication, it's a wonder folks back then knew how to copulate.

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Interestingly enough, I love to drive on trips.

As long as I can sit back and not do anything I'm good to go.

Oh, I'm so damned lazy. I'm getting my license, I swear. Public transportation has me spoiled.

Not on my account, I hope; I love to play chauffeur on LD trips.

I'm sort of like that, too...I like the idea of doing things, sometimes even to the point that I start them, but I have a hard time finishing them if I do start them. Somehow, for me, an idea loses its attraction once I've done something toward realising it...

Somehow, for me, an idea loses its attraction once I've done something towards realising it...

I'm unsure if it's a lack of confidence in myself, hallmark of a flighty nature, or my failsafe way to ensure I don't become bored. Maybe an unholy mixture of the three. I'm the sort of person that will buy books on a topic, read them zealously, and not go much further than that. I'm here, getting all excited for school in the fall and the classes I'm thinking of taking, and realizing that, if my pattern from the past holds, I'll eventually get bored and jaded with the whole process. I prefer to fantasize rather than to do. It's easier on the heart and the mind, I've found. My folks call it straight-up laziness, and I guess they sort of have a point. But (maybe this is just me not owning up here) sometimes I'd like to think it's a little deeper than that.

For me, I think that it's because I don't like the complications that reality imposes upon me if I actually start doing something. That's why I wanted so badly to be a theoretician...but again, I found the process of going to school to become one too onerous to continue. I suppose that this could just be laziness, as it certainly takes less effort to dream about something than it does to actually do it, but I like to think that it's a little deeper than that, too.

Into the night

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W00t!!!1

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We're on the same page, I see

It really seems so!