Confessions of a closet Type A personality...

 So long Winter Break——it's been real, it's been fun.  Perhaps even real fun.  (Oh that's right, I went there).  The last two days however?  Not fun.  Not fun at all.


 I always struggle with the last few days of any break period, be it winter, summer, Thanksgiving, or otherwise.  Even though I fiercely deny it, I am a task-oriented person (I will have you know that I erased that line about seven times before I actually let it be).  I operate from a project perspective, and have done so for as long as I can remember.  When I was a kid, the imaginary scene in the movie that never ended that I was playing out with my Ninja Turtles and Transformers was a project; I set things up, made a plan of how it was going to go through, and then did it——and fierce was my wrath if these three phases were interrupted by such scornful tasks as chores or dinner.  


 As time progressed homework, art projects, various tinkerings, books, and even video games were treated in the same semi-neurotic "not to be disturbed until complete" fashion.  I have no doubts that this manner of thinking is largely responsible for my anti-social personality, but no matter how hard I try I just can't shake it.  Probably because it's really quite nice when it comes to getting things done——unless of course you include things like eating or cultivating meaningful interpersonal relationships, then it's not so nice. 


 Which brings us to the present day.  The last few days of any break are agonizing for me because I feel like I can't do anything.  All my projects for the break are usually finished and I can't start another one because, heaven forbid, it will be interrupted by school starting again and I'll never end up finishing it.  This of course raises some interesting questions on the nature of starting and finishing things, not the least of which is if finishing something is really all that important in the first place?  To my mind, backed up by 21 years of rememberable programming, yes, finishing is important (as is liberal use of the comma).  Are any of the rest of you like this, or am I the only sad soul who craves structure and can't wait for school to commence?


In the meantime, I'll make myself feel better by finishing this post...


(I apologize sincerely for the extremely self-centric focus of the past few weeks' posts, my votive to involve my family as little as possible and the relatively boring nature of my home provides me with sparse material outside the realm of my own thoughts.  I liken them to the benighted musings of a man who essentially lives in a fish bowl (though that surely sounds far more intriguing than it actually is).  Rejoice, however, because with the return of school comes my return to the world of the living and a host of daily experiences rich for analysis and digital regurgitation.)