It's somewhat tragic how easily we forget events and thoughts.
Especially of the feeling category.
Today I remembered:
Why scientists hate philosophers
Why I hated english class
Sunday, May 15, 2011
Thursday, April 14, 2011
Diagnosis
It's one thing to consider, analyze, and research, but a diagnosis is another thing altogether.
You can look at medical websites galore, comparing listed symptoms and comparing your memories to what shows up, or you can read tons of biographies about people with X condition and match your life to theirs.
But a diagnosis is something different. It's real. You can't make it appear and disappear to fit the circumstance, like you can with personal diagnoses. You can't argue about how serious or trivial it is. It's defined, measured, and sure.
It's no longer just a tendency to complain about when the Me Monster game gets started, it's a serious trial that has to be dealt with.
Which is why I was quite happy when my results came back within the normal range.
Apparently, as long as I'm not eating, I'll be healthy. Ironic.
You can look at medical websites galore, comparing listed symptoms and comparing your memories to what shows up, or you can read tons of biographies about people with X condition and match your life to theirs.
But a diagnosis is something different. It's real. You can't make it appear and disappear to fit the circumstance, like you can with personal diagnoses. You can't argue about how serious or trivial it is. It's defined, measured, and sure.
It's no longer just a tendency to complain about when the Me Monster game gets started, it's a serious trial that has to be dealt with.
Which is why I was quite happy when my results came back within the normal range.
Apparently, as long as I'm not eating, I'll be healthy. Ironic.
Sunday, April 10, 2011
Final Crash.
I was so very close too.
I wasn't going to miss anyone. The scant occasions where I did something social would be negligible, and the few (but good) friends I made here would fade without complaint. Sadly, my invisibility cloak faded. In these, the final weeks of my freshman year of college, I've had fun.
A small but enjoyable birthday party was thrown for me. People I had never talked to before in my ward greeted me by name. I performed my act on stage (without messing up, much to my delight) and received so many kind compliments. I exhausted myself on giant trampolines. I climbed a rock wall and fell off. Intentionally. Three times. I was invited to another guy's apartment, watched Taledega Nights, and spent the night there. I watched Humor U with my FHE sister and serendipitously met up with my biological one and her boyfriend. I've been eating actual food. My sleeping routine has been shattered. I wasn't supposed to miss anyone, but now I will.
I wasn't going to miss anyone. The scant occasions where I did something social would be negligible, and the few (but good) friends I made here would fade without complaint. Sadly, my invisibility cloak faded. In these, the final weeks of my freshman year of college, I've had fun.
A small but enjoyable birthday party was thrown for me. People I had never talked to before in my ward greeted me by name. I performed my act on stage (without messing up, much to my delight) and received so many kind compliments. I exhausted myself on giant trampolines. I climbed a rock wall and fell off. Intentionally. Three times. I was invited to another guy's apartment, watched Taledega Nights, and spent the night there. I watched Humor U with my FHE sister and serendipitously met up with my biological one and her boyfriend. I've been eating actual food. My sleeping routine has been shattered. I wasn't supposed to miss anyone, but now I will.
Monday, March 28, 2011
Exercise.
If I was always preparing for a talent show, I might be able to keep myself fit.
I might also be perpetually sick with a cold.
I might also be perpetually sick with a cold.
Monday, February 21, 2011
Those Delectable Buttons.
"Hold on, something feels delicious here. A button."
A lovely quote, in my opinion.
An article worth reading too.
I know I check Blogger thirty times a day just to see if I received any new comments.
You know you really want to click on that oh-so-tasty hyperlink.
A lovely quote, in my opinion.
An article worth reading too.
I know I check Blogger thirty times a day just to see if I received any new comments.
You know you really want to click on that oh-so-tasty hyperlink.
Monday, February 14, 2011
Saturday, February 5, 2011
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