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Oh, the title... it's like a terrible pun. That's what we're going for here, right? I always was kinda under the assumption that any blogging was just a large, multi-faceted quest to create the world's worst pun, then translate it into every known language and somehow it destroys humor and the world can finally get on in a much more serious manner. Well, now that I think of it, that scenario is rather far-fetched and full of gaping holes... also, I don't think I described the "pun-ish" nature in the title anyways. Let's scoot on to it before I get too behind myself.

So, I have been in one of those highly introspective moods lately. Well, for the past few days... weeks... months, or so. I usually perform this highly personal task in one main way: I compare my life to that of the most popular reality TV stars and most heavily searched '80's sitcom stars on Wikipedia and see what can be learned by the stark, fundamental differences. Wait, I just read back over that sentence and I have no clue what it means. I wish I could, like, edit it, or even erase it, but this is not in my nature. I guess we'll just have to live with it, for now.

Oh yeah, back to the titular thang. So yeah. It seems I am starting to come to terms with myself that I am very bad at finishing things. I know, I know, How'd I thunk it. Well, shut up. Yeah... well at least give me a minute to go through a bit of my process here. So, I have had, and it seems to go back through most of my life, a tendency to leave things undone. In my younger days, it was only noticeable in my personal life, but as I grew older it became, and has become, more and more apparent in my more publicly seen persona. Actually, it has really gotten to the point were I am so aware and afraid of not finishing something, that I tend to start less and less things. Which would be great if I was an arsonist, but is not too great for a regular, normal guy. Or even me.

So, this begs the question, how do I deal with the actual problem of not finishing things.
Well, that has been another topic of intense, personal, internal debate (where I am quite good at dodging most of the questions). My best guess so far is this: when I was younger, I, as most young people tend to do, lived in a world were goals were set for you (in a fairly general sense of the word) and you achieved the goals to the best of your abilities. The gradation of one's performance in this determined certain opportunities to that person. As one gets older, however, the goal system, in general, becomes a much more arbitrarily defined process with way more personal input and definition. Some people thrive better in this system, some adapt well to it, and some people, as it would seem, can function perfectly fine in one and not have it translate to the other. Well, at least without a little help and guidance. I hope...

What it comes down to is this: I need to start finishing more things. I also need to not be afraid to start things that I then proceed to finish. Hopefully. Shiat, I'll at least give it a try. What could it hurt?