Making a Fuss about Descriptions

I prefer liquid descriptions rather than solid ones. Liquid descriptions capture and quantate a character within well-defined time frames. Such a description does not highlight specific incidents and churn out a gist of the subject's personality based on inferences drawn only and only from the highlights. It does not punctuate the stagnant or the radical components of one's nature, and neither does it merge the two to expound an ulterior motive. It's merely an as-is reproduction of the subjects malleable personality, from the commencement of observation, to its end. Note that by malleable personality, I only mean to imply that character is prone to change (in the subject's environment). The morphing of character is probable, but it's not writ in stone. A weather forecast for rain does not make it rain, but merely announces the possibility of a downpour.

I'm no theologian, but it's my observation that the living cannot be explained in terms of solid and consistent.  liquidity is the intrinsic property of life. Think about it. Every living thing is more or less fluid. If not manifest macroscopically , the fluidity is on a microscopic level, hidden from the naked eye. "The Juice of Life", to put it more colloquially. To ignore this underlying property when enunciating someone's personality, is perhaps a fallacy.

(inspired by Malcolm Gladwell, on the Fundamental Attribution Error, from his book, "The Tipping Point.")

Becoming an Introvert is Tough Work. No Kidding

All my life, I've wanted to be the invisible guy, but my actions and conduct have kept me in the limelight. "Keep a low profile" has been the longest standing resident of my vision boards. Just kidding. The only time of the year I make vision boards is a month before my annual exams. They're mainly doodles, writ with the very things I don't do, or ever plan on doing. They're useless. Could a means of procrastination be anything else?

I guess I'm never entirely honest with my work, my thoughts or my goals. In short, I'm not honest with myself. Honesty may be the best policy, but it is such a lacklustre task.

So like every year, I started this one with a hoodie pulled down low over my face (so as to avoid recognition) and a gait that got me out of crowds and the possibility of interaction. I'd avoid eye-contact 'cause, like Slim Shady puts it, "... If I do that, then it opens a door for conversation/ and like I want that...". And just like every year, despite the Aegis de minimis, I was as ubiquitous as ever, perhaps even more than before.

I can't pull off anonymity. I guess I don't have what it takes to be a social recluse. :j

The One where I Make no Sense

So basically I've had my beliefs cold-worked so many times, I'm kinda beginning to doubt my own opinions. The result is chaotic. When asked even a rudimentary question like 'what time is it?' there's a denotable lag time. It's even harder to cache information and knowledge, since consolidation of memory requires a personalized keynote trigger, which I'm unable to provide, handicapped by my own indecision and obvious lack of self-belief. It's like I'm an impression material that's snap removed before it's setting time, resulting In a useless impression, worthless material, wasted time and an annoyed patient. I'll need to adjust this as soon as I'm done with these exams.