The current grandiose scheme is this: Get back into fighting shape. Then hunt down two old friends and some how inspire them to get healthy, and back on track with their own training. This fits in with the greater scheme of refinding the path to the vague dreams I had in high school while maintaining my time consuming education/job.
I need what many ENFPs struggle without. Someone to hold them accountable for their lofty goals. So yes, I need livejournal and it's endless supply of random strangers to step out of the wood work into friendships. Or more accurately, simply people who have heard these goals that come from the most insane compulsions of my mind. You don't tell this shit to normal people who see your face. You still know how it goes and why it's necessary. If I say a goal out loud and people hear me, it makes it real. Then I can't back out.
Yes. This is important enough to me that I'm willing to risk the embarrassment of talking a big game and then giving you the opportunity to see me fail. On multiple levels. Miserably.
Then again that might interest you more. Everyone loves a good flop as long as melodramatic bitching isn't involved.
It's pretty easy to get a ticket into this peanut gallery. Take some smidgen of interest so I feel like I've opened my mouth to someone that actually exists. Remove me as soon as you get bored. Friending me isn't a contract. I actually anticipate that for the majority of the people I meet, we'll go our separate ways within a few months. Normally, I keep my friends to well, people I become friends with. (And of course those fantastic writers who that you don't care if they give a damn about you or not. I'm actually not looking for those right now. Let's just say I have VERY little free time to read these days.) I'm not ageist, or sexist, or whatever ist when it comes to choosing those friends.
One final note. This is a journal, not a blog. We may be humans who hide behind the internet, but we're still human. This is as close as it gets to peeling back my skull and peeking inside. So be yourself too. Don't feel obligated to strain out a 'comment' on everything. Just speak your opinions when you feel like it. AND BY ALL MEANS don't be afraid to join in on a conversation someone else has started with me in an entry. It's not like they intended it to be private shit.
That's it. Expect entries to be plugged inconsistently between class and research. Expect entries to have meat on them. I'm a fucking talker.