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Yet more thoughts on kendo
Jan. 8th, 2005 02:42 pmLowell House, on the Feast of St. Apollinaris
All right, so I initially intended to complain about my lack of stamina and how today's kendo practice was very, very painful, but then I ended up writing a lot about various minutiae and uninformed epiphanies (which may end up being entirely wrong, for all I know), and I realized that only about five people on my friends list would even understand what I was talking about, much less even care, so I cut it to spare you all. ^_^
( Long, obsessive reflections, post-practice )
Yeah, um, that was...long. Sorry. Whenever I go to practice after a long time of not practicing, I tend to end up thinking more about my current level of kendo, what I want to improve, why I have certain bad habits, etc. But normally I don't write so much about it. I think I'm starting to get more and more long-winded in general. I've noticed that the average length of the LJ comments I leave has increased substantially this semester. I just can't shut up anymore. I suppose it wouldn't bother me normally if I didn't have this irrational fear of turning into one of those hysterical babblers who talk and talk and talk and can't stop talking regardless of who's listening or not because it's become a compulsion instead of a desire to communicate. (Maybe that's what Shinji feels like when he mumbles his way into non sequiturs.) You know, those times when (often disconnected) ideas just flow into your brain so quickly that you can't stop a train of thought, and it keeps proceeding so quickly that you wonder if you haven't gone slightly insane, and your sentences verge on 14-line run-ons worthy of Descartes? Okay, I should really just shut up now. (Actually, on second thought, maybe it's a sign that I need sleep. You don't need to get me drunk in order to get me talking uncontrollably. You just need to catch me in a sleep-deprived state, and I will not only start laughing at the silliest things, but I'll also come up with ridiculous metaphors and just babble on and on while everyone smiles politely.)
Lab report. Right. >_<
Yours &c.
All right, so I initially intended to complain about my lack of stamina and how today's kendo practice was very, very painful, but then I ended up writing a lot about various minutiae and uninformed epiphanies (which may end up being entirely wrong, for all I know), and I realized that only about five people on my friends list would even understand what I was talking about, much less even care, so I cut it to spare you all. ^_^
( Long, obsessive reflections, post-practice )
Yeah, um, that was...long. Sorry. Whenever I go to practice after a long time of not practicing, I tend to end up thinking more about my current level of kendo, what I want to improve, why I have certain bad habits, etc. But normally I don't write so much about it. I think I'm starting to get more and more long-winded in general. I've noticed that the average length of the LJ comments I leave has increased substantially this semester. I just can't shut up anymore. I suppose it wouldn't bother me normally if I didn't have this irrational fear of turning into one of those hysterical babblers who talk and talk and talk and can't stop talking regardless of who's listening or not because it's become a compulsion instead of a desire to communicate. (Maybe that's what Shinji feels like when he mumbles his way into non sequiturs.) You know, those times when (often disconnected) ideas just flow into your brain so quickly that you can't stop a train of thought, and it keeps proceeding so quickly that you wonder if you haven't gone slightly insane, and your sentences verge on 14-line run-ons worthy of Descartes? Okay, I should really just shut up now. (Actually, on second thought, maybe it's a sign that I need sleep. You don't need to get me drunk in order to get me talking uncontrollably. You just need to catch me in a sleep-deprived state, and I will not only start laughing at the silliest things, but I'll also come up with ridiculous metaphors and just babble on and on while everyone smiles politely.)
Lab report. Right. >_<
Yours &c.
