I’m okay if anyone out there cares to know. I’m too busy to contemplate my current state of being. That’s a good thing, because I have this irksome personal defect where I occasionally second guess myself when left to my own devices and in possession of too much free time. When I find myself in those situations, I almost always end up wasting time. For example, there’ll be mornings where I’ve just gotten out of the shower and I’m in my closet picking out the day’s work attire. Except on occasions, I’ll stand there catatonic. On one particular day, I stood in non-motive mode for a full five minutes. It didn’t even feel like five minutes. It felt like a minute at the most. It wouldn’t be so bad if I talked to myself and gestured in some wild manner or that what I have on my mind is of such great importance that I can justify these moments of catatonia. I don’t. I can only guess as to how I appear in those situations. One guess would be that I look like one of those sculptures depicting an individual with a burdensome decision plastered across his face. I know that decisions concerning work attire is generally not placed on the same plane of importance as say whether one should eat the possibly madcow-ridden steak or to try the possibly mercury-laden salmon instead, but my mind seems to flatten out the hierarchy of importance on certain days. I usually end up picking something that I would’ve normally picked anyway. It just takes longer.