Black Coffee.

Once i a while I get a penchant for a coffee. Freshly grounded, hot, black coffee. I was still in my apartment while I got this urge and so I thought, I shall share it with my roommate. However, I do not do so. I reckoned, maybe I should keep this thought to myself and not sharing it will make it grow even larger and "warmer" inside of me as if the joy stemming from it was generating a kind of warmth which would diminish should I choose to outlet it. From time to time there are these little thoughts. I stumble upon them, I take care about them and cherish them in the privacy of my mind. They help me going, definitely, and they help me to get through. It's just one of the days when the sun finally starts peeking out from behind the clouds and you feel all the positive vibes amassing inside you which simply make you wanna live and enjoy life. I haven't blogged for a while and since I do not wish to loose my tangled-writing abilities I have decided to create this little post.

Orchestrate Your Own Subjective Reduction.

What may be the reason? Have I brought up a strong and over-reactant inner critic, or is it them who assess and mark so leniently? I believe, it's both. The second one being worse since all I wished to myself was never to receive a treatment which would be the opposite of demanding. It really is my desire to acquire and thoroughly learn all the theories of quantum, mirror neurons, microtubules and their crystal lattices and the like. Given the time [yeah, should u scold me, like there wasn't enough time in the mean time of the semester], I would have learned it all. Well, then, lesson has been learned and old dogs shall not parrot themselves.