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The ramblings of self analysis in a vacuum - an example.
The realisation is I'm either too much or too little.
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Nonsense==> Time consuming is an interesting concept
To me anyway, as I'm terming myself a time stealer
The hours just disappear in my company
It would be quite wonderful to see that as a positive
The majority don't notice the time slip as they enjoyed passing the time with me
We just don't live amongst people that have spare time
So my tangled, untangling, meandering, amusing, intricate, thought provoking self apologises for existing
Now, there's another thing - I don't like people who apologise for themselves
I did it yesterday after a great chat with someone at work about someone who steals time but by being boring (I pointed out I was doing exactly the same thing, not imparting useful work information but doing so in an engaging fashion)
I gave advice that it's wrong to advise someone to change their personality (it's at the level of boring that unfortunately it's on a list of things that need fixing)
Obviously I brought the conversation round to myself and gave the opportunity for feedback, rightly or wrongly I'm still getting a good review (I'm now wondering if thought is going into how to tell me to shut up... I think I raised the comparison between me and Mr Boring so it wasn't a side angle to deliver any 'wrap it up' message. I'd gone in to ask about 1 line on a template and stayed best part of an hour)
Was this a poem?
Maybe I'll add a poem
Poem==>
When I arrive and I'm on top of my game
I captivate, you'll say you're glad I came
But the day disappears, time can't roll back
Allocate me time, that's the hack
But then you'll think about what I said
When you get up, during the day, when you go to bed
I took the time when I wasn't there
You'll have to be a bit more aware
Don't talk to me, that will work well
You'll wonder what stories I might tell
I'll be clear I have nothing to say
You'll want to hear it anyway
This is the beginning, not the end
You'll find other things to which you should attend
And I'll regret the time I take
Try to change, be dull and fake
Then change back and be me once more
Always waiting to be shown the door
Copyright © Di11y Da11y | Year Posted 2023
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