Sometime not so very long ago, in a city not so very far away, I was being driven home by a friend. (A friend who reads this livejournal) And he managed to make a comment that surprised and intrigued me, I can’t remember it word for word, but it was something to the effect of “I wouldn’t ever want to be as intelligent as you.” This caught my attention for two reasons, the first being that he thought I was smarter than him (I’d never really thought about it, just assigned him to the intellectual peer category without much examination), and the second being why on Earth anyone wouldn’t want to be smarter than they are. <\/p>\n
His reasoning? Boredom.<\/p>\n
Amusingly enough, an ex who has never met said friend, or even knew about said friend, said, a year later, that boredom was probably the most powerful force in my life. <\/p>\n
I pick up things quickly, I admit it. As long as I’m paying attention and I care. Two very important conditions. I need something to seem important to me, and not for some transitive reason, (eg, this job is important to me because I need money; money is important to me because I need food and shelter. Such arguments usually hold little sway over my motivation). And I need to pay attention. And if something isn’t keeping me fully occupied, I will seek out or create something to occupy it. If the new thing does a better job of occupying my mind, you can kiss the first thing goodbye. <\/p>\n
Frequently the thing that most thoroughly occupies my brain is being in a funk. No-win situations with attached “imperatives” are very effective at keeping one’s wheels spinning. <\/p>\n
The challenges, should I choose to accept it, are to find equally effective but more constructive ways to occupy myself, and to learn to stay on something, after the novelty has worn off. It was partially in that spirit that I chose to come back to pittsburgh. And I think I grew alot in chicago, and I’ve grown since I’ve returned. <\/p>\n
Can’t I just go out and have some fun now? =)<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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