Divisions and Precisions

Creativity Explosion

Much better day today. I feel more alive. I'm not certain why, exactly. I think it has something to do with the fact that I'm finally really and truly done moving. I got the last of things from the old apartment today. I confess, it's what I was avoiding this weekend. I'm not sure why I was avoiding it, exactly, just that I really didn't want to deal with it at all. Not the physical part, not seeing the empty apartment, nothing. I suppose (this is me being sheepish now) that I feel better today because I just jumped in and took care of it. Yeah, yeah, I know. I do this sort of thing often.

It was really odd being in the old place again. I could barely remember what it felt like to feel at home there. Living there, and the way I lived there, has become so foreign to me in just three short weeks. I didn't realize how discontented I was until I wasn't there anymore. I mean, I thought I was happy. Now I know that I wasn't. I hate it when I find that out, because it always makes me re-evaluate how I feel right now. What if I only think I'm happy right now, but I'm really not?

Ugh.

On an up note, I feel outrageously creative today. Unfocused, but creative. I should probably tie myself down this afternoon and do something with all this unbridled creativity. Several weeks ago Eric and I started trading bits of a story, making it up a few paragraphs at a time. Well, what started out as something to pass the time at work ended up being a fascinating six or so pages of what I thought was a story, but what Eric seems to be envisioning as a novel. I've never co-authored anything before, but this seems to be working well. And that's odd, because his writing style and mine are nothing alike. In any case, we haven't done anything with it since that first day, but we're tossing ideas out at each other again. It's a lot of fun. We've started to create a world, but we've only seen the outside edges of it. It's like being an explorer, starting to wade your way into unfamiliar territory, speculating on what you might find there.

Ugh. My mood just got completely thrown off by a single unpleasant phone call. I swear this job would be great if it wasn't for all the damn customers. Damn belligerent, uncooperative, interrupting, rude people anyway!

Deep breath. Okay. I feel better. It isn't often that an irate caller manages to piss me off, but when they do... yikes.

It's cold and rainy and almost snowy outside. Yesterday it was in the seventies. I love Michigan. According to The Weather Channel website, the wind chill outside is 17 degrees. Now I just want to go home and curl up with a book.

One awesome book, as it so happens. I finally got my hands on The Complete Idiot's Guide to Philosophy. Happy me. It's a great introduction to all the things I started to learn but never finished, and to all the things I should have learned but never did. I was only too happy to set aside Robert Jordan's Eye of the World to dive into it. Don't get me wrong, the Jordan book is okay, but it's a big letdown so soon after reading Tad Williams' Memory, Sorrow and Thorn trilogy.

You know, over the past several weeks, a surprising number of people have come up to me at work and said something like, "Wow, your hair is getting really long!" Enough people have commented that I'm starting to wonder what's really being said. Is it:

a) "Wow, your hair looks really great!"
b) "Wow, doesn't that freaky hippie chick know how unprofessional that looks? Why doesn't she get a haircut?"
c) "Wow, your hair is getting really long!"

Yeah. I can't pick one either.