Where is my clockwork orange?
It is said that familiarity breeds contempt. Same old, same old...deja vu. The same strain. Nothing new, nothing different...one gets bored. Those who thrive on difference and uniqueness will empathise with this.
However, some find routine comfortable and friendly. There is nothing more, nothing less than what one has gone through and will go through again, the next day, on a consistent basis. Anything that throws him off his schedule, he will come to hate and despise. It destroys the regularity of his itinerary.
Where do you fall? As I age, I find it surprising that i'm falling more and more into the latter category than the former. Which is weird, considering how much I abhor doing/seeing/eating/ the same thing/person/etc again and again and again. I've been stuck in a rut-of-sorts for the past 2 months now and I have begun to "appreciate" my newly-established routine. When some new kinks get thrown in, I get rather upset because it disturbs the harmony and balance of my already fragile ecosystem which I have just only perfected.
Nonetheless, I think there is still a part of me that seeks to break free from the chains of working-life. Perhaps this is because I am not getting enough creative outlets to channel my imploding creative (like hah!) energies. I suppose once I get more settled in, and have become more familiar (and perhaps gained more expertise) in my routine work, I will revert back to my former love for everything new and different.
Till then, I guess I'll have to be content with repetitions and clockwork life. Oh woe!
However, some find routine comfortable and friendly. There is nothing more, nothing less than what one has gone through and will go through again, the next day, on a consistent basis. Anything that throws him off his schedule, he will come to hate and despise. It destroys the regularity of his itinerary.
Where do you fall? As I age, I find it surprising that i'm falling more and more into the latter category than the former. Which is weird, considering how much I abhor doing/seeing/eating/ the same thing/person/etc again and again and again. I've been stuck in a rut-of-sorts for the past 2 months now and I have begun to "appreciate" my newly-established routine. When some new kinks get thrown in, I get rather upset because it disturbs the harmony and balance of my already fragile ecosystem which I have just only perfected.
Nonetheless, I think there is still a part of me that seeks to break free from the chains of working-life. Perhaps this is because I am not getting enough creative outlets to channel my imploding creative (like hah!) energies. I suppose once I get more settled in, and have become more familiar (and perhaps gained more expertise) in my routine work, I will revert back to my former love for everything new and different.
Till then, I guess I'll have to be content with repetitions and clockwork life. Oh woe!
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