Though the title is from a corny AC/DC song, that's the only phrase that got stuck in my mind, everytime I tried thinking of a title for this post. Nothing else. Zilch. Nada. So, I stuck with it. Not sure, how appropriate it is. But then again, I don't have to work at holding your attention. This blog is for me, so...
Usually, I have work to do, as soon as I reach home, and blogging takes a back seat. But today, I returned late, and after that mind numbing shit that I have to call work, I wasn't upto anything creative by a far shot. So, I decided to take some time off, and dig a little deeper into some unpleasantness. I know, I won't do it, if I get so much as half a chance to evade it.
Patterns, I think reveal a lot. When a precise solution eludes you, look for patterns. They often guide you to a helpful direction, even if they may not contain the solution itself. And at a sub conscious level, I think that is what I have been doing for the last coupla hours. Looking for patterns. Patterns to my erratic mood swings. Patterns to my weird reaction to human company. Patterns to something unexpected. Patterns to an anomaly.
When I told VG about this post, she told me that I am going crazy. That I am over analysing things. But I beg to disagree. Sometimes, I think a man should spend some time, thinking about his life. Where he is heading, and what might be in store for him, there. And RD doesn't do this, often enough. So, this can't be over analysis. Just can't.
I think one of the things that is a problem, is my inability to
Took a break. Dozed off last night, and I think I have lost the flow. ;(
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you never listen, do you?
Hi RD... Landed here through Madhu's blog.
I totally agree with you on the patterns thing. I do that too but take care not to stray into too much of self analysis or exploration. Cheers mate. Will be back for more. Happy writing...
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