I have just realised something I didn't want to realise. I would now like to unrealise it quickly, please, so that I can remain in denial a bit longer.
Does anybody have any good ways of stopping oneself thinking?
Thinking about knitting has been working for me. Planning out what to do with the yarn I have, what pattern stitches, what colours to put next to each other. I can distract my brain with this for quite a while. Maybe planning out a cake decoration scheme could do the same for you.
Mm, forgot that one. I often go to sleep thinking about elaborate craft projects that I'll never actually do, because they would never turn out as perfect as the vision in my head.
I don't plan cake-decorations. I mean, I make them up when I decide that I want to make a cake for somebody in particular, or for a particular occasion, and there usually isn't much planning to do, it's just "I will put this thing on the cake and I'll make these bits out of jam and these bits out of antelopes" and I only really know how it's going to work once I start doing it.
I don't really like making plans any more -- it's just depressing because I know they'll never actually happen.
It is a long time since I've done a cake though, I will have to see if any good occasions come up. Mind you I probably wouldn't have time to do one now anyway. :-/
~ I don't really like making plans any more - ~ - it's just depressing because I know ~ they'll never actually happen.
Most things, even good ones, end in failure. Accompanied by deep depression and a total lack of belief and interest in the future. But most things start with a degree of optimism, or a clutching-at-straws relief at surviving the last failure and obtaining a ready income.
You mentioned Making Plans.
The actual plan, age 14, was:
~ Go To A Good University; ~ Study Medsun; ~ Distinguished career as surgeon or scientist or both.
The actual result, 20 years later turned out (in no particuar order):
Failed medical student, civil engineer, silver service waiter, private dinner-party chef, cartoonist, speechwriter, charity fundraiser and organiser, insurance salesman, conference organiser, kamikaze pizza-delivery boy, shelf stacker, impoverished part-time student, stock controller, DIY instructor & demonstrator, layabout, programmer, database developer, Visual Basic über-anorak, seasonal caterer for a pub in Ballylynan, systems analyst, consulting nerd.
Current status: ~ Absurdly inept student of the Martial Arts; ~ Occasional snowboarder; ~ Geekus Vulgaris (subspecies Leguminocomptator Londinium); ~ Dirty old man.
Current Plans: ~ Dan grade in Ki-Aikido, about 2 years off; ~ Start that part-time Msc in Financial Mathematics ~ 'cos I can afford to now, with student loans; ~ Remain single and a DOM, it sems to suit me; ~ Get out of the house more; ~ Redecorate. For the excitement.
I have no idea how any of this will actually turn out and you can see why.
Find a vaguely interesting thing and call it a plan. Or wait 'til it finds you: they seek out bright people. As a hint, your accumulated ramblings rants and burbles might be worth gathering together.
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Date: 2004-01-29 10:49 am (UTC)Re:
Date: 2004-01-30 02:08 am (UTC)Re:
Date: 2004-01-30 06:15 am (UTC)I don't really like making plans any more -- it's just depressing because I know they'll never actually happen.
It is a long time since I've done a cake though, I will have to see if any good occasions come up. Mind you I probably wouldn't have time to do one now anyway. :-/
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Date: 2004-02-01 06:51 am (UTC)~ - it's just depressing because I know
~ they'll never actually happen.
Most things, even good ones, end in failure. Accompanied by deep depression and a total lack of belief and interest in the future. But most things start with a degree of optimism, or a clutching-at-straws relief at surviving the last failure and obtaining a ready income.
You mentioned Making Plans.
The actual plan, age 14, was:
~ Go To A Good University;
~ Study Medsun;
~ Distinguished career as surgeon or scientist or both.
The actual result, 20 years later turned out (in no particuar order):
Failed medical student, civil engineer, silver service waiter, private dinner-party chef, cartoonist, speechwriter, charity fundraiser and organiser, insurance salesman, conference organiser, kamikaze pizza-delivery boy, shelf stacker, impoverished part-time student, stock controller, DIY instructor & demonstrator, layabout, programmer, database developer, Visual Basic über-anorak, seasonal caterer for a pub in Ballylynan, systems analyst, consulting nerd.
Current status:
~ Absurdly inept student of the Martial Arts;
~ Occasional snowboarder;
~ Geekus Vulgaris (subspecies Leguminocomptator Londinium);
~ Dirty old man.
Current Plans:
~ Dan grade in Ki-Aikido, about 2 years off;
~ Start that part-time Msc in Financial Mathematics
~ 'cos I can afford to now, with student loans;
~ Remain single and a DOM, it sems to suit me;
~ Get out of the house more;
~ Redecorate. For the excitement.
I have no idea how any of this will actually turn out and you can see why.
Find a vaguely interesting thing and call it a plan. Or wait 'til it finds you: they seek out bright people. As a hint, your accumulated ramblings rants and burbles might be worth gathering together.