Ever have that moment when you stop and think “why exactly am I doing this?”
You could be sitting in your cubicle, watching t.v., eating with friends, painting, or writing a blog.
It’s a moment of clarity, an instance in which you step back from whatever situation you’re in and just wonder “why?”
I was recently writing (“does he do ANYTHING besides write? Sheesh!”) when I experienced that odd moment.
I became hyper aware of what I was doing: tapping pieces of plastic (keys) and listening to weird sounds out of black rectangles (music from my speakers).
I began to wonder the purpose of doing these things: what was I trying to achieve? Did they have any “real” importance?
Hmm, it’s more difficult to explain the concept in words than I thought. The sensation is like a jumble of emotions and associations that are far from linear.
Hopefully someone out there knows what I’m talking about. Preferably someone who isn’t tripping on LSD. 😛