I started a new book. I can’t tell yet if it is good. I’m two chapters in and the story has my attention, but the writer writes exactly the way I speak, and I find myself-in-other-people annoying, so I can’t decide whether or not to enjoy it. I will end up with a grudging appreciation for it, as I do most things that remind me of myself.
It is funny how we can be repelled by our own personalities. My dearest friends are usually very different from me. I gravitate toward big personalities (admittedly, I am one of those), but behind those big personalities are methodical, organized, slow-burning characters. I have come to realize that the reason I get so irritated with short-fused, paranoid, self-effacing, mercurial talkers is because I am a short-fused, paranoid, self-effacing, mercurial talker. (Thus, the heroine of the new novel is infuriating, being the poster child for above flaws.)
I do idealize solid people. I idealize people who are doing the jobs they went to college to learn, and who have done the same jobs for entire career spans. This fascinates and intrigues me. To date, the longest I have ever stayed with one industry is five years. Granted, I have returned to that industry (it also being the industry I most enjoyed), but I don’t feel like that counts because I only returned one peg above where I left it off 15 years ago. I am in awe of people who commit to a course of career and keep it.
(Telaryn let me know that, “Reports are coming in that the statement is a parody and not, in fact, attributable to Akin.” Good to know! I found this retraction/correction.)