Yesterday I was complimented on my ability, nay, my unconscious practice of walking fast. Sometimes I walk fast. I do. (I guess...) And I write this post only for irony's sake, because today, at approximately the same time of day, a different individual remarked on this same practice...but wondered if I was okay. Was I cold? Was I in a hurry to get somewhere? Why did I walk so fast?
err...
Can't please everybody, I guess.
“And by the way, everything in life is writable about if you have the outgoing guts to do it, and the imagination to improvise. The worst enemy to creativity is self-doubt.” -Sylvia Plath
Saturday, December 5, 2009
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3 comments:
I applaud anyone who walks fast. At least you have one more person on your side.
I concur. As a mutual fast walker, it is incredibly difficult to slow my pace. It's just the speed I am naturally comfortable with. It has little or nothing to do with anything else.
I have a theory that absent minded people walk faster, not slower as you might think. That is not a saying you are a ditz, but one whose pace of walking matches the speed of your thoughts. I walk fast because I am not paying attention to it and it just feels better. Having walked miles in Brazil to appointments you always seemed late to may have helped the subconcious training.
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