Just cooked this up -

ANGST stands for


AGONIZING

NEUROSIS

GOADING

SOLIPSIST

TEMERITY

Just cooked this up -
ANGST stands for

AGONIZING
NEUROSIS
GOADING
SOLIPSIST
TEMERITY

Uninspiring, insipid people are the worst to be with.

I've worked with people who were not fluent in English or found it difficult to express themselves as intended and also with people who were not good at their work. But they were still better off because they TRIED to improve, which in itself was and is inspiring. Working with people who intentionally don't make an effort are by far the worst because they bottle up your capabilities and affect the overall team morale.

Sometimes, the obvious solution that pops up is to get another job. Is this really the solution? No, because uninspiring, insipid, maggotheaded idiots are everywhere. The solution is to figure out the modus operandi of these morons, then work with them.


Samuel L Jackson in 'Unbreakable' was right- these ARE mediocre times.

Uninspiring, insipid people are the worst to be with.
I've worked with people who were not fluent in English or found it difficult to express themselves as intended and also with people who were not good at their work. But they were still better off because they TRIED to improve, which in itself was and is inspiring. Working with people who intentionally don't make an effort are by far the worst because they bottle up your capabilities and affect the overall team morale.
Sometimes, the obvious solution that pops up is to get another job. Is this really the solution? No, because uninspiring, insipid, maggotheaded idiots are everywhere. The solution is to figure out the modus operandi of these morons, then work with them.

Samuel L Jackson in 'Unbreakable' was right- these ARE mediocre times.

I am not learning anything new. I feel like a lamb to a slaughter; just waiting for time to go by. The organ in my head is dead... heading for the meatboard. I have a surrounding that is equally mediocre, that compliments my sad state. I am crouching on the edge of the parapet looking down in the flame pit that starts from a few hundred metres below the edge. The glow from the fire illuminates my face which betrays the stagnant state in which I am in right now. I am so close to crying but can't because crying won't fix it. This is not an emotional problem, it's a problem that deals with my existence, the obsolete state in which my creative potential lies in right now. I lean forward and drop into the fire...


I drop right through the flames. I am now floating in a cool dark space where I can see the blanket of flame above me through which I plummeted for a few hours. I don't have the body I had. I am a smoke like entity now. Amazingly I can still feel the sensations I did when I was human. I feel the cool air around me, the peace I was bereft of. I am suddenly in full view of all existence, each looking at me and questioning, now what. The air pocket that held me up gives in and I drop again...


I am looking at the keyboard. I'm staring at the letter 'J'. January is when I will start my French classes. That's when I will finally do something worthwhile; learn something new. This therapy better work. If not, it will be time for drastic measures.

I am not learning anything new. I feel like a lamb to a slaughter; just waiting for time to go by. The organ in my head is dead... heading for the meatboard. I have a surrounding that is equally mediocre, that compliments my sad state. I am crouching on the edge of the parapet looking down in the flame pit that starts from a few hundred metres below the edge. The glow from the fire illuminates my face which betrays the stagnant state in which I am in right now. I am so close to crying but can't because crying won't fix it. This is not an emotional problem, it's a problem that deals with my existence, the obsolete state in which my creative potential lies in right now. I lean forward and drop into the fire...

I drop right through the flames. I am now floating in a cool dark space where I can see the blanket of flame above me through which I plummeted for a few hours. I don't have the body I had. I am a smoke like entity now. Amazingly I can still feel the sensations I did when I was human. I feel the cool air around me, the peace I was bereft of. I am suddenly in full view of all existence, each looking at me and questioning, now what. The air pocket that held me up gives in and I drop again...

I am looking at the keyboard. I'm staring at the letter 'J'. January is when I will start my French classes. That's when I will finally do something worthwhile; learn something new. This therapy better work. If not, it will be time for drastic measures.

Was at the NGMA sketch club yesterday. I actually draw better with the pencil than the pen, unlike the other way around. This has to be done, like pilgrimage. Gotto go every Sunday. It's getting more and more difficult to motivate the self to become a student all over again. The thing is, this is where and when I feel alive, when I learn like a student.