The pirate at home

jon laa wrote on November 29th, 2009, 10:57 pm

I know I want to write but I don’t know what I want to write about.

Been distracted, as usual.

It took me almost half a minute to look for a bottle of chili in the midst of dinner. The container (it’s far bigger than the commercial bottles we get at supermarket) was sitting right in front of my face and I just couldn’t spot it. Looked through the entire fridge and almost concluded we have run out of it. Gah.

Then I couldn’t find my wallet which I remembered taking out of my bag and putting back in (I only took the card for online payments). I searched the entire bag and felt it through, couldn’t find it. Gave up and went to look for it on table, outside the room to no avail. Then I went back to my bag and saw it nicely laid in it - I didn’t even have to search.

Pfft.

I’m willing to work hard (I think). And I actually think I do it when I want to. I doubt I am ever afraid of hardship in that context.

But I realised I can’t take assumptions and sweeping statements. Especially when I am the one in concern.

It puts me off, it robs me of all motivation.

I mean, don’t tell me you know what I am doing. I really think there’s more to what you can see.

Gah.

Duncan is back, can’t wait to meet him though my actions don’t quite reflect that.

Gonna catch a concert next week, I think. Great.