Monday, February 02, 2009
The Big Frightening Project
A year ago (!) I signed a contract for the design of the water, sewage, fire protection design and supervision of a rather large and complex multi floor building in an expensive location. By now all the other designs (architecture, structural engineering, electricity, etc.) are all done and approved and I am the last one. I had been avoiding to work on the project because I felt it was too complicated for my capabilities and would take much of my time and also, I may fail. Now it is impossible to keep postponing it and started to work on it. In two hours I understood the problem and solved it. Now all that remains is hard work. Nothing is difficult. I was stupid to be afraid of this project, I underestimated myself. It is surprising that at my age, when I must have about half or less of the number of neurones I was born with, suddenly I discover that am able to do these kind of complex things. I suspect I misspent most of my life, more or less. Because I can do anything I focus my mind on. I dont know. I am so satisfied with myself that am going to bath my neurones in vodka. Crazy.
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Actually, the brain will still generate new neurones even in adulthood. This is a recent discovery. But you have to "use it or lose it".
Anon.
I dont know if they are old or new neurones. Subjectively I feel no disminution of my mental capabilities. I do feel tiredness, I cannot (or dont want?) have two or three days uninterrupted work sessions. I like to sleep.
Get your Dr to check your thyroid function. Also, less likely to be problematic, your hemoglobin. You should not feel obliged to publish this.
Anon.
Thanks Anonymous for the advice, but I think that unwillingness to drive myself to work hard as I used to do it in my geological past is not a disease. I used to study or work days on, barely going out once a week to buy cigarettes and a damajuana of Tinto Riojano. After having reached my goal of wealth (the illusion lasted for a few months) something gave and I became less industrious than before. If you knew my vetustness, you would tell me: J, time to move to pasture.
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