ludicrously speaking

No reason, pure self indulgence. Don’t we all look good?

忧人自扰. That’s me. I should slap myself for being such a negative sport. I have probably the best job one could ask for being a part of an exciting pioneer company that is on the verge of stirring up the local media industry. Yet, i’m constantly tittering on the edge of the cliff, worried i will screw up. Frightened they will see through my facet and figure me out, knowing i’m but a placebo.

I think i is crazy. That’s why “beefcake” trainings on the weekdays help. Exhausting my body helps me release all the pent up tension, perspiring helps clear my head of any ludicrous thoughts. Meeting up with friends is a must and a plus. What makes me the happiest is when i can put away all inhibitions and just let loose talking about the silliest of things. No questions, no reasonings, no sense.

A wedding, a race and a dateline in November. It’s all good and exciting, i should really be enjoying all these as i ease myself slowly into the madness of things.

Beyond the nuts and bolts of an urban life, i’m only beginning to understand how it all really works.