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Repetitious Behavior

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This could be oh, me, or it could be a stand in with my hat on...

I may, or may not have escaped for the Mountains this last weekend. I might have had a fantastic time and I could have flung a fly line here and there. I possibly felt the dance of a fish or two and I potentially kissed the air of altitudes at 9500 feet.

Those hypothetical possibilities can be left to the imagination because my continued confessions of frequent escapes is getting a bit repetitious and I am feeling reluctant to write about said moments.

So instead I will write that I am a loyal creature of habit. I find a few things I enjoy immensely and typically go at them with tenacity and focus—until I burn out or find a new shiny distraction to zero in on. In some circles my habits could mirror the description of lets say, compulsive obsessive behavior.

This sort of focus applies to the majority of things in my life. For example, I don’t just read a book, I must devour it. I have to be careful when I start a book because I must devote the entire day to it. Reading a book over the course of  two, three, four days is unheard of. My mind would revolt at such a concept. Once I start, it’s a first page to last page race of consumption. Moderation doesn’t come into play, therefore I usually only allow myself the glorious feast of one book per week.

My zero in behavior applies to food as well. Once I find something I actually crave, that’s usually my diet for a week, or two, all the way up to a month or so. Thankfully I’m past my Lucky Charms fascination and currently have moved onto apples. I do have to watch my food focus sometimes. It’s a sad day for my ass when I zoom in on say, raspberry turnovers and eat them merrily until my ass expands by the quantity I’ve chowed down. (This happened once so I switched to yogurt and reversed the expansion)

Sadly, some obsessions turn into all out addictions and for many (many) years, Diet Coke is my beverage of choice. Daily. Bi-Daily. Hourly consumption……lets put it this way, I’ve got enough formaldehyde in my system I’m practically a walking corpse. I’ve taken comfort in the fact that should I ever perish on the side of a mountain, it will take weeks for my body to decompose versus the regular rate of deterioration. By the time some random hunter found my body he would still be able to make out my smile and he will have to pry that last can of Diet Coke out of my cold, well preserved hand.

Some weeks I’m a manic writer, some weeks I’m a fanatical painter. Summers inspire the (dedicated) outdoors lady in me and Winter provokes the (stubborn) hermit in me. No matter what, I’m usually focused in on one thing and that one thing gets 100% of my attention. Repeat 30 times.

I’d like to think the good news, or the positive side to my compulsive attention is the fact I can change on the flip on of a coin and I’m off and running in a new direction, compulsively, but new. Unpredictable behavior is just as delicious to my ever wandering activities as repetitious behavior. Finding the line between obligations and responsibility is the trick and as far as I’m concerned, that is always up for interpretation.

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