Yes, it is 3am and this will be a largely incoherent mess in about 45 minutes, but I don’t care. You’re gonna sit there and you’re gonna read what I have to say damnit (pretty please). Consistency, consistency. That’s something I’m practicing right now. How you ask? Well you’re reading another post of mine in a long stemming series of posts I’ve kept going since 2 weeks ago…wow that’s amazing. Doesn’t even feel that long honestly. Routines y’all, they work.
Anyway, consistency, the life blood of the human experience. Being creatures of habit, we gravitate towards things, people, and situations that are predictable. We like to see the same results from the same inputs because we’re so blessed with this faculty of logic. Other animals and creatures possess baser forms of logic, but we’re one of the few species that can utilize both inductive along with deductive reasoning. Which is interesting because nature goes completely against these notions. But the weirder part is that chaos and consistency are prevalent in nature. Random shit happens all the time, but there are a few things that are consistent. You attack something that can kill you, you’ll prolly die. Mortality is consistent, actions and reactions (as random as they may be) are consistent, and processes that reside in the realm of “that’s just how shit is” remains consistent.
So we’re used to consistency, well I am anyway. I like people that are consistent too and I strive to be as consistent as possible. What you see is what you get; what I do is generally what I do on the regular unless there are other variables to influence that (women, alcohol, mental state). But specifically I want to touch on the topic of consistency in communication because I think I care more about communication consistency than the average bear. Whether that’s a good or bad thing remains to be seen, but so far it’s fucking terrible. Especially in this short attention span society we live in.
And this isn’t to say I’m some communication prodigy. I’m really not. I have my moments of being complete shit at communication. I’m usually aware of it too, which makes it worse. On that note, I’ve had to start intentionally delaying my texts and responses to not seem crazy and/or clingy. I really shouldn’t have to, but for some reason I have it etched into my brain that instantly replying = I’m not doing anything with my life. And most of me believes that I’m just overthinking the whole thing, but I don’t know how confident I am in that assumption.
I feel like I’ve talked about this already, but suffice to say my phone is within reach 90% of the time and unless it’s a wall of text, I’m gonna respond so I don’t forget. I set a precedent though and some characters get salty when I don’t reply within 10 minutes when they take upwards of days to reply. Seems legit.
Forgot all that, back to consistency. What is so attractive about it? It’s safe, it’s predictable, and you can plan around it without having to call an audible. But there’s an intimate parallel with consistency, comfort, and boredom. The more consistent something is and the more comforting it is raises how boring that thing becomes after a while. Variety is the spice of life, but consistency is the herb you want to lightly season life with too. It’s certainly a balancing act that must be performed when you’re talking about remaining consistent and also staving off whiffs of boredom. This applies to all aspects of life. As I get older, I have less and less tolerance for inconsistent people, inconsistent situations, and inconsistency in the way I operate in this world. At the same token, I have to make sure that I’m not getting too comfortable with approaching situations the same each time. You gotta mix it up every now and then for a new level of consistency that’ll keep you entertained for a bit.
But it’s hard man, it’s so hard. My biggest fear is that once my life gets to where I want it to be, I’m gonna be too complacent to start making moves to change it up. And maybe I won’t have to. It’ll be a battle of “well I’m doing just fine, why do I need to shake things up?” The fear of stagnation will probably prevent that, especially if I’m with someone who’s also trying to do different things, risk free or not. It’s fun to potentially fuck your life up with company.
In any case, it’s good to be consistent. Familiar footing is nice and knowing what’s going to happen on a general level goes a long way to exploring other ventures. I no longer know what I’m talking about so I’m just gonna end this with a few parting words of wisdom and profundity. Trinidad James is still making music. Y’all heard it here first. Also you know you been up for too long when I see the 4am coupon emails come into your inbox. Bruh.