10.23.2009
high strung.
Yep, I've been identifying myself pleasantly in my head for my entire life as easy-going. If you consider being easy-going as meaning that you don't mind sharing toothbrushes with friends and that you're o.k. with sleeping on the ground, then I still am.
But if you consider easy-going to mean someone who enjoys hanging out all day doing things like buying fountain drinks at gas stations, driving around listening to music, or watching movies, then I am the antithesis of easy-going.
I was walking with another graphic design kid, Richard, to the stock room to buy materials for our letter-press class today.
"Geez, ya gotta speed walk everywhere?"
"This is just how I am. Sorry."
Not only do I think I'm not easy-going; I am high-strung. I am the taskmaster of my list and the accomplisher of many a deed. I like to get to the meat of things. I'm a discusser, theorizer, and problem-solver. Touching base with me means cutting past the "what" and analyzing the "why."
There's just way too much to do in life than buy fountain drinks.
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2 comments:
that's debatable.
Love ya! If you ever come out here, I'll take you to Carmel and buy you an Italian Soda. You'll see some goodness to a day of loafing around and buying fountain drinks.
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