I get to have a significant share of creative control over the stuff I write. This is a good difference.
I work with three other people who are all, for the most part, quite nice to work with, or quite nice with which to work, if you prefer. This is also a good difference.
I have to drive twice as far. This is not a good difference.
I've also been putting in more time. This is not a categorically bad difference, as I find the work more engrossing, but it does cut into my free time.
Indeed, this post has served merely as a lead up to an excuse for my recent lack of posting. Boo, hiss, etc.
I have been keeping up with the journals of everyone on my friends list, however, even when my wits have failed me, leaving me incapable of posting a coherent comment. Allow me, therefore, to attempt a quick remedy. Select one or more of the following:
- I love you too.
Man, that sucks. (Note that, in this context, "man" serves as an interjection, not as a signpost of gender.)
Well, yeah, but where do we, as a society, get this idea that we all have rights to life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness? While I agree that these "rights" make life more enjoyable for the majority, I don't see what makes my expectation of reaching the end of the road in one piece when I take my first step upon it a natural right more than, say, my right to freedom from advertising, or my right to a tasty sammich.
No, but thanks.
Carrot. No, the other one.
(That last one is not a selection option... see how it's outside the indentation?)
It's funny how people -- like me, for instance -- like to act as if they can perfectly diagnose the problems of others, and yet they lack that same knack when it comes to their own life. It's easy to point out the flaws in others -- she only talks to me when I initiate the conversation; he's so afraid of personal responsibility that he's willing to blame each and every defect of his own upon some facet of his development (or lack thereof) for which he was somehow not responsible -- but much harder to honestly identify them in yourself. In myself. Whatever. Fix the viewpoint yourself; I'm busy rambling.
I often lack tact. I often lack focus. I often lack gumption, if you'll allow the word.
I'll try and make it up to you, if you start calling me of your own accord and taking responsibility for the choices you've made. I think that's more than fair.
In any case, it's late, and I'm tired and rambly. Drop me a line. Don't be a stranger. Don't forget to write.