Something interesting that has been happening lately is this: I am everyone. This, of course, means nothing to really anyone. I'll elaborate.
This morning, I knew I needed to wake up and get some serious work done. It's exam time and my pet Procrastination keeps scratching at my door. I mean really, there was some random cat pawing outside. Scat, yo. Anyways, This is when It happens. I suddenly pretend I am Lisbeth Salander, the girl from The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo. Why would I want to be an emotionally withdrawn socioopath? First of all, only she could look fantastic without eyebrows and an unnaturally visible spinal cord but, more importantly, she is able to just get things done. Suck out the emotion, plop down, and get it done. Soap up, lather, and repeat. What are complaints? They do not exist. She just does. I subsequently make myself multiple sandwiches and drink an unprecedented amount of coffee (apparently that's what polite Swedish people do).
On the other hand, when I know I need to be outgoing or shamelessly witty, I pretend I am Robert Downey Jr. Some people hate him, some people really hate him. Realistically, I would just like to assume the position of Child of Robert Downey. This is of course is because I live very much inside my head unless I am either playing music or shamelessly and improperly salsa-ing/b-boying to wonderful music. Essentially, music makes me tick. After that, usually at 4 am, I can pull the wit card out of my sleeve, if I'm not too drunk to find it. Rule of thumb: if you want to see Katie, either visit after 2 am or come back after I've watched a super hero movie.
And so, I shall conclude this somewhat short post with this: on daily autopilot mode, I am the Watson to Sherlock Holmes, the Leonard to Sheldon Cooper. I cocoon caterpillar style and damn butterfly out at moments that I can neither predict nor control...unless of course, I decide to be Sherlock Holmes (but I also like Sandra Bullock so let's include her on this list in case anyone decides to unite me with these alter-egos in person-hello famous people, I flock to your conscience. Also, you definitely don't know me).
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This morning, I knew I needed to wake up and get some serious work done. It's exam time and my pet Procrastination keeps scratching at my door. I mean really, there was some random cat pawing outside. Scat, yo. Anyways, This is when It happens. I suddenly pretend I am Lisbeth Salander, the girl from The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo. Why would I want to be an emotionally withdrawn socioopath? First of all, only she could look fantastic without eyebrows and an unnaturally visible spinal cord but, more importantly, she is able to just get things done. Suck out the emotion, plop down, and get it done. Soap up, lather, and repeat. What are complaints? They do not exist. She just does. I subsequently make myself multiple sandwiches and drink an unprecedented amount of coffee (apparently that's what polite Swedish people do).
On the other hand, when I know I need to be outgoing or shamelessly witty, I pretend I am Robert Downey Jr. Some people hate him, some people really hate him. Realistically, I would just like to assume the position of Child of Robert Downey. This is of course is because I live very much inside my head unless I am either playing music or shamelessly and improperly salsa-ing/b-boying to wonderful music. Essentially, music makes me tick. After that, usually at 4 am, I can pull the wit card out of my sleeve, if I'm not too drunk to find it. Rule of thumb: if you want to see Katie, either visit after 2 am or come back after I've watched a super hero movie.
And so, I shall conclude this somewhat short post with this: on daily autopilot mode, I am the Watson to Sherlock Holmes, the Leonard to Sheldon Cooper. I cocoon caterpillar style and damn butterfly out at moments that I can neither predict nor control...unless of course, I decide to be Sherlock Holmes (but I also like Sandra Bullock so let's include her on this list in case anyone decides to unite me with these alter-egos in person-hello famous people, I flock to your conscience. Also, you definitely don't know me).
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