lonelyI want to take a dance class (not pairs dancing; something like belly dance or I guess 'modern' dance) but I'm horrible with structure - the minute I have a regular schedule to keep it seems restrictive and burdensome. Even getting to work at the same time every day seems oppressive. I manage to get around that by varying which bus I catch - there are three between 7:00 a.m. and 7:30 a.m., any of which will get me downtown in time to get my coffee and be at my desk before my official 8:00 a.m. starting gun. But the instant I dedicate, say, Tuesday evenings to a class (or a game, or a work-out, or whatever) a zillion other better-seeming offers appear.
I used to be so good at being reliable. Now I'm only as reliable as pays off - and for all it's one of those qualities vaunted by want-ad writers, the pay-off is remarkably minor. I'm kind of frightened at the amount of slack for flakiness that seems to be built into the system. That or I really am odiously reliable, so damn reliable that even at my most flaky I'm pretty damn stolid.
I miss Sharkins, too (while I'm missing people by name). Lisa and Sharkins and I should form our own Axis of Evil, seeing as we're all single and therefore obviously have nothing better to do...
[and just think. You only get to see these mental processes from the *outside*...]
