In the Habit
I could write something on here every day.
It wouldn't be difficult. There's too many topics in the world about which to compose a thought. Sure, it's all been said before, by someone else, but the point isn't to be novel. The point is to dig and unearth something new inside of yourself.
Other people have done it. They spout the stuff. You do it too. It's not about originality. It's about convergence. You should be getting where others have already gone before.
Maybe, just maybe, you generate a combination of words that hasn't existed in that exact form before.
Better yet, maybe you say it in just a way that someone else is desperate to hear from another human being.
I haven't been writing on here, for the simple reason that eventually you end up circling around your own thoughts in a way that seems repetitive. It's one thing to accidentally rip off someone else. It's entirely another to accidentally rip off yourself because you express a thought a second time that you expressed a few months before.
At that point, it's time for a break.
Writing like crazy on here helped me about a year ago, when there was a good deal of emotional turmoil in my life. And, very little stability in the other areas of it as well.
I was in a long-term relationship with a girl for over a decade, and that ended. I've covered this point before, and as anyone could guess, it's difficult when something like that comes to an end. There is pain, but what I realize in hindsight is that, despite the pain, the brain is remarkably adept at self-soothing. It's not productive, but you learn to wallow in self-pity, feel like a victim, and that makes things somewhat more bearable.
That's not the hard part. That hard part comes after that. It comes after you've weathered the emotional storm after the breakup. It's when you stand on your own two feet and face the future. You realize that in getting over the other person, you've shed parts of your identity that you've come to take for granted. Parts of you that led you areas of your life in ways of which you weren't even aware. You're a shell, and you have to start the daily grind of becoming a whole person again. Somehow.
In my case, the social support I had in my life vanished at roughly the same time as the relationship, so for the last year, I've found myself largely on my own, with a weakened sense of self, trying to connect with others. I've learned that people are not terribly tolerant of people who are trying to piece themselves back together. And faking enthusiasm does not help matters.
I suppose I shouldn't be surprised. I've always found the disingenuous to be only slightly more bearable than the boring. These days, I find I exist in one of of these two states.
It's a phase, of course. But you can't tell yourself that and wait for it to pass. You have to become determined to make it a passing phase that you're going to break out of.
Break the cycle. Write something new.
It wouldn't be difficult. There's too many topics in the world about which to compose a thought. Sure, it's all been said before, by someone else, but the point isn't to be novel. The point is to dig and unearth something new inside of yourself.
Other people have done it. They spout the stuff. You do it too. It's not about originality. It's about convergence. You should be getting where others have already gone before.
Maybe, just maybe, you generate a combination of words that hasn't existed in that exact form before.
Better yet, maybe you say it in just a way that someone else is desperate to hear from another human being.
I haven't been writing on here, for the simple reason that eventually you end up circling around your own thoughts in a way that seems repetitive. It's one thing to accidentally rip off someone else. It's entirely another to accidentally rip off yourself because you express a thought a second time that you expressed a few months before.
At that point, it's time for a break.
Writing like crazy on here helped me about a year ago, when there was a good deal of emotional turmoil in my life. And, very little stability in the other areas of it as well.
I was in a long-term relationship with a girl for over a decade, and that ended. I've covered this point before, and as anyone could guess, it's difficult when something like that comes to an end. There is pain, but what I realize in hindsight is that, despite the pain, the brain is remarkably adept at self-soothing. It's not productive, but you learn to wallow in self-pity, feel like a victim, and that makes things somewhat more bearable.
That's not the hard part. That hard part comes after that. It comes after you've weathered the emotional storm after the breakup. It's when you stand on your own two feet and face the future. You realize that in getting over the other person, you've shed parts of your identity that you've come to take for granted. Parts of you that led you areas of your life in ways of which you weren't even aware. You're a shell, and you have to start the daily grind of becoming a whole person again. Somehow.
In my case, the social support I had in my life vanished at roughly the same time as the relationship, so for the last year, I've found myself largely on my own, with a weakened sense of self, trying to connect with others. I've learned that people are not terribly tolerant of people who are trying to piece themselves back together. And faking enthusiasm does not help matters.
I suppose I shouldn't be surprised. I've always found the disingenuous to be only slightly more bearable than the boring. These days, I find I exist in one of of these two states.
It's a phase, of course. But you can't tell yourself that and wait for it to pass. You have to become determined to make it a passing phase that you're going to break out of.
Break the cycle. Write something new.