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[rinue]

Experiencing emotional problems. Again. Have diagnosed self with Full-Scale Burnout. [Note: link is worth reading for clarification.] Am worried that people will misinterpret diagnosis and believe I am a race-car driver. Believe I could be very sucessful race-car driver, but is forbidden by Patrick. Upon condsideration, think many of my emotional problems stem directly from not being a race-car drver. For example, getting dressed would be easier if my only choice was a corporate-sponsored unitard. Likewise, my helmet would be very authoritative; could also be used to smash things such as potatoes.

Moving away from the subject of race-car driving, am worried that life may be pointless. Not so much everyone's, but my own specifically. Without clear objective or purpose. Few promises of advancement on even an intellectual level. Am failure, probably. In addition, coping skills seem specious at best. Clear explanation emerges: objective must be not writing. Am dramatic success! Thinking of throwing in the towel and becoming a professor of something, precisely because I don't want to and therefore could not be disappointed.

[Addendum: Am, however, greatly heartened by reappearence of dear and surly friend.]

Comments

[tommx.livejournal.com]

i honestly regret sometimes that you are not in my area geographically. aside from not having you as a regular physical presence in my life, i feel that you would genuinely benefit from being a part of my martial arts association. aside from the opportunity to do cool stuff with swords and big pointed sticks and such, i believe it would help you to further your development of spirit and bring you closer to a unity of mind, body and spirit. i suspect that such a unity would go a long way in resolving the emotional stress that you experience from not being a race car driver just as it has helped me to thwart the birds in their constant campaign to take my soul from me.