Continuing my attempt to alter or extend some personal habits for personal betterment, I tried out my ‘going to the bar to write and read’ experiment again. This time I had decided closer to 10pm which meant Diamonds Coffee Shop was out (their closing time). Every Tuesday night for years I have gone to Psycho Suzi’s to meet with friends and enjoy a few drinks. It’s a great break in the week and the consistency allows it success. When people acquire a family and children it gets a lot trickier being allowed certain outings without a perfect counter-balance of guilt which this ritual alleviates because of it’s established place in our schedules.

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I’ve known a few things about myself for many years now. First, that I must always be ‘working’ on something. I always have many projects in various states of completion (often to my detriment), and thrive off the feeling of being productive. That isn’t to say I work all the time. My interests are incredibly varied which (thankfully) takes me away from the computer which helps keep me sane. Second, I’m an extrovert. At least I think I am. The first definition I found is this:

extrovert (1): An outgoing, overtly expressive person

I would consider that a true statement about myself. The second definition appears to connect very directly to my first personal declaration:

extrovert (2): A person predominantly concerned with external things or objective considerations

I do seem to have an obsession with objectives, of which the feeling of being productive feeds back into.

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