Certainly, that is existentialist “bad faith”. I always have the time to write. In camp, I could ink my greater thoughts on paper during whatever free time there is, but interrupted philosophical writing, as a result of the fluid military lifestyle, always sucks;even my in-camp penned reflections on military life are often short, brief and staccato. I’m not sure anyone else can understand them for I leave alot of the context out in these writings. The essence of sentences.

Writing on paper, then transferring everything inked online is not precisely an option too. You see, I know that when I am copying a text over anywhere, my hypercorrection kicks in, and I might end up rewriting the entire piece. Hence, my insistence for time to type on The Staccato Slur does create some form of inertia where writing is concerned, for I have not written anything deep, properly for long. I have not started too either the novel I was planning, or the series on existentialism I promised.

I should find some way around this, especially if it’s going to last for about a year and half more. In fact my will to post is because of me being on block leave now for about ten days. Not to worry though, in my mind everything is exploding as usual and ideas fly freely – I’m not stagnanted in thought. Some claim that being in the military reduces their intelligence and vocabulary prowress though. Hmm.Perhaps some just need exclusively a paper education to work their minds.

I feel like being a rare bitch. How about allowing me to say this?

Picking up a passion for the arts and humanities, such that you can be inspired from and speculate on the human condition, anywhere, anytime, without needing to face some abstract numbers and complex physical theories to get your mental fix.

Well, that was un-academic and un-multidisciplinary a comment but hah, it felt himbo-ly great. Don’t weigh it against my book cred though.