I am restless.
I don't mean I have Restless Legs Syndrome and have to stay on the move. Well, I mean, sometimes I do feel like I have to just keep going, going, going. I don't like sitting in one place for too long. For example, when I'm reading in the Union, once I've been sitting in one chair for approximately half an hour, I move to a different chair. It's not that the chair has become less comfortable or the view out the window in a different spot is any better. I just like to move around.
Anyway, I feel like my mind is restless. It's not an issue of focus. If I need to focus on something - schoolwork, or table questions at Cru, for example - I can do so easily. And it's not that my mind continuously wanders from one thing to another when I'm not focusing on something specific.
When I say my mind is restless... I mean that there are so many things that I start to think about and want to learn more about, research, explore - however you want to put it - that I don't know where to begin! I'm interested in so much under the umbrellas of things and places, that the interests are basically endless. I'll start thinking about one thing and then my mind will wander to another thing and - going back to being indecisive - I don't know which to go with. Because both will be equally interesting and I want to learn more about each.
It's a continuous cycle.
And I hate it.
But the fact that I want to learn about all of these wondrous things...
I love that about myself.
