Knowing them, knowing me
It's interesting how people who know you well tend to know aspects of yourself much better than you do yourself.
Unbeknownst to me, my ex-flatmate and London Saviour Gillette Dumpling-Cakes told the following truthhood to the future Mrs Powersurge before she stole me away from the Smoke: "Starbuck's problem is that he feels the need to fit a whole lifetime into every day".
So very true.
I "feel the need" or "need to feel like" I've fit a whole lifetime of experiences in, however mundane the experiences may be, not helped by the fact that I never quite get round to doing what needs to be done (sorting out finances, catching up with friends, tidying my "stuff", getting through my burgeoning media collection, etc.)
Its always "Should've done this, should've done that", as Starbucketta likes to tease me in a faux-grump voice.
The overwhelming magnitude of chores and joys leaves me frozen like a rabbit in a headlouse, whatever the frack that phrase means.
Still, its interesting hearing vocalised those traits that we hide so carefully from ourselves.