Today has gone by quickly. The weather is somewhat dreadful (lots of rain and the wind last night was terrifying) but I don’t find it particularly dreary. What I find dreary is people moaning about the gloomy weather and how depressing it is.  Isn’t it more depressing when the weather is nice and you’re stuck inside? Actually, as an introvert I find nice weather annoying. Because then there’s all this pressure to “go out and enjoy the nice weather.” This was actually do-able when I lived in the city, because walking around Astoria was one of my favorite things to do, but now it’s just like, pressure to go drive up to local park and go for a hike. Maybe “agrophobic” would be more accuarte than “introvert.”

I am only about 10% kidding here. Maybe 15%. I don’t like the outdoors. I am not an outdoorsy person. I like concrete and steel and darting across the street against the light.

I cannot sit still and concentrate on anything. I have to be multi-tasking to get anything done. All my papers in college got done with 3 AIM windows open and probably a couple of websites for good measure.  It takes me forever to write a blog entry because I keep checking my email or going back to the drawing I was making while on hold before.  Same deal with cover letters. I find it absolutely cringeworthy to pound out paragraphs on how wonderful and uniquely qualified I am and how it applies to this particular organization, so I can only stand to write a few sentences at a time, and then I have to minimize the window because it’s just icky.

This entry has been brought to you by the newly created ‘Neurotic Jew’ tag.

Also, lately, in the moments when I’m trying to fall asleep, I find my brain running over incredibly embarassing things I’ve done over the years, including the things that I didn’t have enough sense to be embarrased about then (read: Middle School) but were horrible and I can’t believe I dressed/talked/acted like that. I have no idea why I’m thinking about these things, but they have just drifted out of my memory to torture me. Memory lane indeed.

It is already almost February and I have accomplished exactly one of my January goals. I really need to join a gym and go to the dentist. And kick my own ass.