Twitter...

I'm gonna mess around and start using Twitter. I have no idea what its utility is, but why should I hold that against it?

Anyway...my Twitter account like this blog had fallen into hibernation. I've been trying to figure out how to put a barrier between my personal Twitter account and the one I maintain on my J-O-B. So I blocked a bunch of followers I didn't mind having while I was freelancing. Of course, that's nothing but a placebo. It doesn't maintain any privacy. I just thought I at least make a symbolic gesture to keep those identities separate. One is a reflection of how I see things, the other is what other people want to see. So on one side, I say represents me...but the other side represents anything but me.

Since I couldn't sleep I started tweeting. After my first one, I realized 140 characters was an interesting parameter to put on what I think. I can definitely expound on my hypothesis, but tweeting gets me to the point of it all.

I'm not too stubborn that I can't admit I judged Twitter, whatever its utility may turn out to be, hastily. And once I figure out if reckless tweeting would get me into trouble, I'll figure out how to handles it...

I can't get back the time I waste...

I don't do regret. I just made an executive decision about that particular emotion a long time ago. I do the best I can. That isn't necessarily the best I'm capable of at any given time, but I give whatever I have to whatever I do.

But whenever I find myself at a point where I'm forced to look back over a decision I've made and try to figure out how I got from there to here...

Sometimes I sneak right up to the precipice of regret. Instead I get angry and I start to wonder if, in fact, the effort I expended toward a particular unsuccessful end might have been a waste of my time.

And that makes me furious. And my head aches like it's doing right now because what am I supposed to do with anger? And what am I supposed to do with the absolutely impoverished notion- no pun intended- that instead of being productive or moving toward my intended goal, I was wasting my time?