soma
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This isn’t true at work, where there is always some detail to analyze. But you would think I would have a lot to say to my friends. When was it that I became…
BORING!!!
??
This boring issue is more than just social. I seem to have no creativity. I sit down to write, trying for fiction, and there is nothing there. I procrastinate, anything to avoid the empty word document on the screen, but when I finally plunk myself down in front of the screen, I’m a void. I can’t even make anything up. I have no creative fount. Nothing to build on, nothing to react to. Nothing to take and run with, and nowhere to run.
Maybe it’s not 100% bad that creative writing is more difficult. I think my former productivity, which was never astronomical, stemmed partly from discontent, and from the need to create some sort of product. I was in college, and it wasn’t inherently obvious that I was accomplishing anything. Now my work is a different story: I get paid, people generally appreciate me, I have authority, I can fix problems that I see, I am able to develop new, useful programs and watch them take effect. And with the ensuing contentment, have I become yuppified, suburbanized, soma-ed?
I don’t know. But sometimes it seems that, if you forbid me to talk about work, I have little to say. There is not a whole lot else going on in my life – well, except this Argentina plan. Yes. That is interesting. Maybe that is partly what this trip is about: becoming interesting again.
antes era chaos or no?
despues tenés oven
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