Writing to Think

So, this day was a double post day, I guess, and some parts of them are interrelated. Mostly, the way that I find of writing to make us escape from the predatory mess in which we find ourselves day-in, day-out. As a scapegoat for our mundaine affairs. As some kind of storage-room where we can lay cozy for a few moments and lay off and rearrange a few of the crates that lay off there.

Rat Race

Something I was just considering is the damned rat race in which we all find ourselves in. Mostly, it be our jobs, on other cases it is the societal pressure to constitute a family. Be “successful” in life (according to materialistic and consumerist standards), have this, buy that, achieve such and such…

And still, if we come to look at it, at the very structures from which we are held, if you look under it, everything stinks. Quite literally I mean. Corruption worldwide, the uprisings we are seeing again and again due to stupid administrations. Some kind of truce seems to have been observed at Davos, but not from it was needed the most.

The case of Knowing vs. Remembering ( a study of \\. )

Some time ago, I needed to enter in a Win server via RDP. It was a pain but fortunately a good friend of mine at that time helped me out with the “Domain” section when trying to establish a connection. TL;DR It worked, and in a really simple and straight to the point fashion.

Trouble is, my memory now betrayed me, and this is the small tale I have to tell you about it.

Sudden Sadness and Future Self

It’s been a few days, but more proeminently in today, thus surge of sadness which one cannot explain. There’s nothing particularly wrong, but there’s also nothing particularly right, it just comes and goes for not particular reason at all. What happened today, I finally got in my mail a handheld I had been cherising for months, and after a while I got my bucks to buy it.

And paradoxically, something that I cherished so much, did not fulfill me in the least, and partly, maybe I guess that’s why it’s making me sad. Replaying old games that I enjoyed during my childhood, just does not feel the same anymore. Most probably because I too am not the same anymore, but how could something that used to give me joy now give me dread?

Acceptable Not to Know

Just the other day I was thinking, considering about things at work and for me there’s some constant angst at the back of my mind for not knowing things. The biggest trouble it seems is not knowing what is acceptable not to know. Because, it seems to me, that I am always on the verge of being found out that I am a farce.

So then, this troubles me, always having to play catch-up, never really knowing if my absence of knowing something would be critical and cost me something precious. And it build a toll, slowly it grips me and leave one helpless. Which is kinda paradoxical if you think, because, how could not knowing something leave you paralyzed?

Inconsistent People

Maybe the title is quite a flex, but it is actually based on a few experiences I’ve had previously.

You see, I work in a field, which happens to be IT, which can really benefit from a bunch of people which were self-taught, and me being one of them in this case. So, my main field of study previously to working with these current contraptions was different, and because of that I have to make do with the knowledge that I have gathered, and a much bunch of times, study even more because of the lack of my formal education in IT field in the first place.