Tempted to Do Things...

On today’s episode of (trying to be not afraid of) committing to a (non-existent) bit.

Day 2 of Why Is Something I Enjoy Something I Struggle To Do.

I’m a morning person (pollinated by my geriatric ability and desire to go to bed by 9:00p).

So today I took on a pseudo Morning Pages (heavy emphasis on pseudo) approach to getting pseudo (heavy emphasis again) coherent words jotted down.

Morning Pages is an exercise (or strategy, should the term exercise alone exhaust you) whereby you Just Write three pages of stream-of-consciousness thought upon waking, more or less. Julia Cameron is a not-so-pseudo prolific writer and the Morning Page OG.

As you’ll see from my behaviorally-infused (yes, I’m laughing) Morning Pages below, my stream of consciousness is heavily contoured by my behavioral science brain observing (and concurrently being low-grade vexed by) my own behavior.

True to form, I felt the pull to go On Brand or Be Interesting, only to find my writing (and my enjoyment in doing so) robbed of any pizzazz (see dignity-bolstering redactions).

Things I’ve contemplated (but not written about, some probably for the best) today:

1. Extrinsic motivation makes us Want but intrinsic motivation makes us Want To Be

2. Is AI a mental GLP-1? Discuss. I keep wondering whether AI (social media, etc… etc… ) suppresses our ability desire for deep thought in the same way that GLP1’s tempering our appetite is technology. Smaller cognitive and digestive context windows means we risk we risk losing important micronutrients in either case.

3. We used to live in the world together. Now we live in our own worlds. Now we have consistently shifting reference points available on who we could or should be. Sharing became scaring ourselves and one another.

4. (The hardest hitting of them all) There should be a tracker or RFID doodad that lines my closet doors (or probably better, front door, because we all know 80% of the clothes that get taken out of the closet end up on the chair and not on my body). This way, I’ll know how often I’m wearing a piece of clothing and can stop fooling myself that I’ll wear something one day when I can see the last time I wore it was April 2, 2019. LIFO (or FIFO for that matter) is nowhere to be found in this house.