G-Lexington
Lex. Icon. Devil.
I'm back.
For the second time in several months, I took a modest break from JUBbing. Why? Where's the gargoyle going?
I wish the answers were horrendously exciting, or at least full of angst and anguish, so you could live vicariously through them. But, as it turns out, the explanation is almost painfully dull. Still, I'd rather anyone who was even vaguely interested got the full explanation.
The persona I put forth here on JUB is, for all intents and purposes, me. I'm not putting on an act. I basically am happy, chatty, smartassy, and fairly self-assured. Like everybody else on the planet, I do have problems to deal with. Most of the time, I handle them without much ado on my part.
But, on occasion, either I get too many problems to handle easily, or I just have issues handling the few ones I have. When this happens, I start disliking myself. I lose faith in my ability to handle other problems, and I become a less-than-ideal person to have around - I'm less "smart-assy" and more acerbic. Flat-out mean, at times. When that happens, I've begun taking breaks from this site, and other sites like it.
Why? I found it serves multiple purposes. For one thing, I don't have more dramas - real or imagined - to add fuel to my issues. Secondly, I spare everybody here from my touchy demeanor and possibly ill-thought-out comments. And perhaps most importantly, it removes a distraction from my life, so I can concentrate on handling the things that need to be handled. Mind you, I don't blame JUB at ALL for these moods. They predate the Internet, let alone this website and my participation on it. But I found being away helps me focus, and that's all for the good.
Does it work? It seems to. So far, each break has only last just shy of a week. In fact, just deciding I'm taking a break from JUB (and other things) seems to start me "on the road to recovery", and I'm usually 95% back to normal within 24 hours of that decision. The final days are spent "re-entrenching" myself back into my happy place. And I'm happy enough to want to do that.
So next time you hear that I'm gone again - and I don't see why it won't happen again - don't imagine me in a straitjacket, or the melodramatic organ music of soap operas gone by. Nothing as interesting as all that. Just a gargoyle working out some modest issues. I'll probably be back before you realize I'm gone.
Lex
For the second time in several months, I took a modest break from JUBbing. Why? Where's the gargoyle going?
I wish the answers were horrendously exciting, or at least full of angst and anguish, so you could live vicariously through them. But, as it turns out, the explanation is almost painfully dull. Still, I'd rather anyone who was even vaguely interested got the full explanation.
The persona I put forth here on JUB is, for all intents and purposes, me. I'm not putting on an act. I basically am happy, chatty, smartassy, and fairly self-assured. Like everybody else on the planet, I do have problems to deal with. Most of the time, I handle them without much ado on my part.
But, on occasion, either I get too many problems to handle easily, or I just have issues handling the few ones I have. When this happens, I start disliking myself. I lose faith in my ability to handle other problems, and I become a less-than-ideal person to have around - I'm less "smart-assy" and more acerbic. Flat-out mean, at times. When that happens, I've begun taking breaks from this site, and other sites like it.
Why? I found it serves multiple purposes. For one thing, I don't have more dramas - real or imagined - to add fuel to my issues. Secondly, I spare everybody here from my touchy demeanor and possibly ill-thought-out comments. And perhaps most importantly, it removes a distraction from my life, so I can concentrate on handling the things that need to be handled. Mind you, I don't blame JUB at ALL for these moods. They predate the Internet, let alone this website and my participation on it. But I found being away helps me focus, and that's all for the good.
Does it work? It seems to. So far, each break has only last just shy of a week. In fact, just deciding I'm taking a break from JUB (and other things) seems to start me "on the road to recovery", and I'm usually 95% back to normal within 24 hours of that decision. The final days are spent "re-entrenching" myself back into my happy place. And I'm happy enough to want to do that.
So next time you hear that I'm gone again - and I don't see why it won't happen again - don't imagine me in a straitjacket, or the melodramatic organ music of soap operas gone by. Nothing as interesting as all that. Just a gargoyle working out some modest issues. I'll probably be back before you realize I'm gone.
Lex