Like A Teapot

Those who are good at slime-ing are usually also adroit at smearing. It makes sense, since these are basically two activities of the same nature.

The linguistic output may be different, the psychological need is the same. Both involve exaggeration and distortion, both are driven by an intense need for attention and recognition. Slime-ing can quickly turn into smearing and slandering depending on whether this need is satisfied in an arbitrary time frame, within which the ego is caressed or bruised. Nothing else matters much.

Being chased is not necessarily a good thing.

Every now and then I wonder how many avid toilet newspaper and book readers in the world have turned into active toilet browsers.

As for me, I am a hybrid; I picked up a new habit but did not abandon the old.

The old one runs in the family, and I inherited it from my father, who liked to carry Oscar Wilde into the toilet. I think that these days if I have to go to the loo in the middle of the night, increasingly and more likely, I would bring my cellphone, instead of a book or magazine, mainly due to lighting convenience.

It is interesting that the result of the little psychic test in the previous post says that I am a well-balanced person who has got every aspects of life happily in order. I only wish that were the case.

Balance, however, is something that I try to achieve in daily life. I have been very conscious about it in the past couple of years, after a period of complete loss of balance, due to the need to survive in new environments and lack of awareness, which affected my health and my general well being. This consciousness has hightened in recent months, so have my efforts into achieving it in widening areas.

There are many areas in which one can attempt change and progress. Protecting personal territory from aggressive individuals including family members is part of it. Watching one's diet and changing eating and sleeping habits is part of it. Not fretting over small stuff is part of it. I am happy that I have achieved good results in some of these and other areas, although I still have a long way to go.

Simoultaneously, I have become wary of over-intense people and feel the need to stay away from them. I cannot even endure a dramatic television scene in which a person has gotten very intense and lost it, for more than a few seconds; though it may well be the actor/actress over-performing.

The more I live, the more I believe that balance is the essence of the art of living. This may sound cliche to others. But I do not have parents or older relatives to guide me; I learned it from experience.

I suddenly feel weary of this blog and have the urge to shut it down. In the past, every time the same thought crossed my mind, someone added me as a friend, forcing me to wait a little. In time interest returned and I continued to blog. This time should be no different. I should probably wait.

I am a journal type of person. I started writing a journal when I was seventeen. I like my journals.

I don't think I could ever live with an egg timer user. The idea of that device is absurd if not invalid. If I ever got one of those, it would be for its artistic value, not its utility.

That is not to say I do not boil eggs. I do. And quite often, too. I just rely on my instinct and intuition, which is handy.

Egg timer users should not be offended by this though. I know there are many of them out there, most of whom men. I am sure they would not want to live with me, either.