What I miss most since this time last winter?

I am the worst writer I have ever read. I just reread that last post and it was so boring. Its so hard when you get in a routine to have critical opinions about intellectually stimulating things when you are so absorbed in a daily routine from nine to five. You go to work and invest so much time in a particular industry, success of an organization, family, "real world", that the balance of those things absorbs all mind stimulated time available to someone in a day. No one should study 24 hours a day, and to those who think otherwise, I usually don't get along with you too well. Well I do, because I get along with everyone, but behind your back I say mean things about you. There needs to be time for the nothingness, the social activity, the mind meltout with whatever personal vice it is you engage in; the social education of opinion, critique, and bullheaded stubborness.

When you are balancing the combination of the daily routine and the necessary meltout time, you begin to lose the theoretical education, the creation of nonsensical opinion pieces about worldly issues and topics, and you begin to have nothing to say to people other than what you've done already this week. Social conversations become about work alone, the stresses of the everyday, the deals you wielded, and and the water cooler jargon that floods your brain from everyone else's boring routine.

I re-read posts like that of my trip to the Bedouin show and I begin to miss undergraduate education, the freedom that comes with living emersed in academia and the one thing I can admitedly miss is the ability to dive into a random theory for two hours, write a journal like paper of free thought backed by academic evidence and for it to mean nothing more than the evolution of my opinion on a random aspect of the world's operations.

Above all else, this is what I miss from last winter; and it makes me sad.

posted by mr. tomas ubik @ Friday, November 25, 2005