In the course of life at some point one imagines oneself to be incomplete; finds himself (or herself - to be politically correct) to be ... lacking.
The need to compensate for that imagined incompleteness is called a compulsion.
My blog is not your average dictionary, but I think it's a prety accurate definition.
Anyway!
I went skating again today (with B) and I got some thinking done ... (yeah ... happens every once in a while).
Apparently the source of my ... 'troubled mind' is my habbit (by now) to search for fulfillment in the appreciation of others.
poor others!
How do they take the pressure?
Now, you've read enough of my ramblings, go and enjoy your weekend!
It's the carnaval afterall.
Compulsionately yours,
utnapistim.
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