Interesting. I want to be engaged, to find something that stirs the sludge pot of my inner being and allows the sparkly bits that settle to the bottom a chance to enjoy another moment of light.
To be interesting is like to be competing against the world for unknown goals and using by-guess by-golly methods in that competition. Instead of enjoying a flow of chi I would be cranking up my Rube Goldberg forebrain and trying old tricks and new to accomplish a tired and unchanging goal. Uh-uh. I'd rather be interested than be working at being interesting any day.
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And now to disengage the clutch of the forebrain ...
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