Someone told me very recently that I have a habit of being very noncommital. I mentioned it to someone else, and they agreed.
So it’s practically fact now, right?
Well, don’t be dismissive. They’re right. I’ve noticed it now myself. That’s why I’m changing the name of this blog. That’s right, the one I really need to use more often, because not writing pretty much drives my boyfriend up the wall. (If I have too much creative energy built up inside of me, I start using a lot of flowery similes and a few words he thinks are strange.)
No Longer Noncommital, maybe? I’m still playing around with some things. A lot of things, actually.
I don’t know if always being noncommital is a good thing. Well, maybe you’re confused. What do I mean by noncommital? I’ll give you an example. A few, actually.
A: How are you today?
B: Okay.
A: Do you want to go to the mall?/Do you feel better?/Is this okay?
B: Sure.
I guess what I’m going to do from now on is try to notice when I’m being noncommital? I don’t even know if what I’m doing is bad… Well, probably. I’ll figure that out later. Maybe. (Is that noncommital? Arghh.)
Oh well.
