Boycotting me self?...

Yesterday Victor made quite an interesting point. He almost made sense and seemed right. Damn, I hate it when he does that. You see, when I told him about how things went on my GRE and whatnot, he went off on me and yelled at me because I kept on boycotting my self. Etc. After a while he calmed down a bit, and we could actually talk about it.

It made a lot of sense.

Honestly. Made me remember how I felt when I came back from Canada this past summer. Even after being at the university and all, I wasn't that crazy about the idea of studying. I was crazy about the idea of working designing games!. Those guys I meet had the coolest job ever, at least in my eyes. So I figured I was going to make a demo. As soon as I started doing so, I realized I needed to do something else before hand. And then, to do that something else, I needed to do something else too. So on and so forth.

Crap.

I don't need whatever. Just get around doing it. But I keep excusing my self all the time. I come up with new projects over and over that keep me away from actually achieving something in one. And I had already talked about this at some point. I just had not really see it as a boycott to my self... And... In a way that I hate, it makes sense.

Where do I really want to go?. What do I really want to do?.

Why the freak am I not doing it?...

Damn. I am actually smiling as I am realizing all this.

Good!... Heh. Now, a tomar al toro por los cuernos.

Anyway. Just had to write that down. It was a worthy moment of realization sponsored by my freaking brother. Oh well. I guess he can be right sometimes.

Cheers!.