July 21, 2003
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So there's a little confusion about the anticipation 'blog a few entries back. And that's as it should be, because I was intentionally vague.
I don't really like knowing that something definite is going to happen at a definite time. Anticipation consumes me to the point of becoming a blithering idiot. Or at least becoming more of a blithering idiot (take that either way).
The deal was that I was going to go eat lunch today with someone, and I was going a little nuts with anticipation during the intervening time. My head filled with all kinds of fictions about what might happen, how it might turn out, all that kind of stuff.
It wasn't a romantic meeting, and it wasn't a job interview, and it wasn't anything really all that important, except in the sense that human interaction is pretty important. But my mind was making it important in all kinds of ways that it wasn't, because it thinks doing that is its job. I tried firing it, but it just keeps coming back to work. Better than a total walk-out though, I suppose, considering.
So we went and had lunch and it was good, and we had a more open conversation than I thought we would, and it was pleasant, and then we went our separate ways. Which is much, much more boring than any of the stories I made up beforehand.
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"So we went and had lunch and it was good."
Happy Hemingway's birthday!
i think we make up stories to give ourselves options ; i know that i come up with outrageous ideas in my own head, but rarely follow through with them.
I do exactly this all the time.
Yup. I do this, too. It's ridiculous, but necessary, I suppose, in a warped way, and especially in hindsight. But hey, like you said, better'n a complete walk-out.
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