Though I am glad that I have access to my laptop and the internet once again, I fear that my writing may take a dive. I'm sure my fellow writers would chastise me in secret for choosing not to write at this point in time, and others would as well considering how often I wax on about its therapeutic effects with me.
I will do my best to write as often as possible, even if it is just a little piece such as this. Once things settle down, my creative mindset will be unleashed once again and I shall revisit Estor and be more comfortable talking about that which ruminates through my brain.
Cheers,
-D
Friday, March 23, 2018
Thursday, March 8, 2018
Six Degrees of Introversion (or how I learned to love the Silence)
For a condition such as what I have, minus the sinus pressure (which is dissipating, to my relief), it's not really silence that I hear every waking moment.
Try and imagine the squealing of brakes but subtract the pain.
That is essentially what I hear constantly.
Like many things, if exposed to an experience enough, one becomes used to it, complacent, and the noise ever present becomes the background to the rest of life. I remember the time before it began, before high school. Occasionally, I self-criticized myself for being stuck in a musical bubble, not listening to anything new unless it was new from particular artists in the 90s. I don't self-criticize to that degree anymore because I can like what I like and forget any one else's opinions. I did realize that perhaps the reason why I have stuck with certain music for so long was not just because I found new messages in their songs as a grew older, but also it was the music I listened to before I started to lose my hearing.
Having that said, while hearing aids have been undoubtedly beneficial for me in the long run, appreciating Silence and being comfortable with your own thoughts is a fine thing to hold dear. Some may call it a type of Introversion, but I've always felt the stereotypes around introversion were odd. Often, I switch between being energized by socialization or needing that time to myself to recharge; it really depends on the group of people I am with.
I don't think many people are comfortable with their own thoughts.
Think about it.
-D
Try and imagine the squealing of brakes but subtract the pain.
That is essentially what I hear constantly.
Like many things, if exposed to an experience enough, one becomes used to it, complacent, and the noise ever present becomes the background to the rest of life. I remember the time before it began, before high school. Occasionally, I self-criticized myself for being stuck in a musical bubble, not listening to anything new unless it was new from particular artists in the 90s. I don't self-criticize to that degree anymore because I can like what I like and forget any one else's opinions. I did realize that perhaps the reason why I have stuck with certain music for so long was not just because I found new messages in their songs as a grew older, but also it was the music I listened to before I started to lose my hearing.
Having that said, while hearing aids have been undoubtedly beneficial for me in the long run, appreciating Silence and being comfortable with your own thoughts is a fine thing to hold dear. Some may call it a type of Introversion, but I've always felt the stereotypes around introversion were odd. Often, I switch between being energized by socialization or needing that time to myself to recharge; it really depends on the group of people I am with.
I don't think many people are comfortable with their own thoughts.
Think about it.
-D
Wednesday, March 7, 2018
A Nostril-ful of Dollars
That'd be a nice thing to smell. If I could smell at the moment.
You'll have to excuse my temporary hiatus; the annoyance of sinus pressure coupled with the efforts of packing for a move have rendered me much too busy to write at length about either the goings-on in life, musings galore, or about the ever-developing world of Estor.
I will say at the moment that I hope to develop Estor further; there is a creative itch that must be scratched with regards to gaming and my writings here, though they are a first draft, will one day serve as the basis of that gaming world.
That's all for now, loyal readers.
Cheers,
-D
You'll have to excuse my temporary hiatus; the annoyance of sinus pressure coupled with the efforts of packing for a move have rendered me much too busy to write at length about either the goings-on in life, musings galore, or about the ever-developing world of Estor.
I will say at the moment that I hope to develop Estor further; there is a creative itch that must be scratched with regards to gaming and my writings here, though they are a first draft, will one day serve as the basis of that gaming world.
That's all for now, loyal readers.
Cheers,
-D
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