Welcome back, nerd.
I do believe my inner mugger is surfacing.
I don’t want to go out on the weekend. Apart from a short excursion to a specific place to buy a specific item, I really don’t want to go out. I want to stay in my room and read. Not just pleasure reading, either, but academic readings. I want to find out how humans evolved brain mechanisms. I want to know the theories of personality. I am curious about those “cute” studies which turn up ever so often in social psychology.
I don’t want to have fun. Or rather, I’ve made studying my recreation. My brain is humming along like the top-of-the-line processor it used to be. When you have so much computing power, it’s a waste to only use it for mundane tasks and frivolous whims. I want to overclock!
Instead of being distracted by other possible activities (watching TV with the dudes, watching dancers at practice, general stoning and time-wasting), I am sitting down and reading. More than that, I’m thinking. No mere input of information, this. I can feel my rusty critical-thinking and ideas module creaking back into life.
All this frenetic activity is probably triggered by 2 impending presentations next week, for which I still haven’t done the readings, and the knowledge that my weekend is fully taken up by band, choir and DnD. If I don’t read now, I’m going to regret it later! And if I don’t read faster, I’ll never finish in time!
Nothing like a good deadline to imbue one with a sense of purpose. And panic. I must admit, I’m rather enjoying this. It’s better than a sense of aimless ennui, at any rate.




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